The Tales of Calamity: Part III
Greed was not at all exaggerating when he said that he knew people. It seemed that he knew in one way or another, every homeless person in the city from the mentally insane old derelicts to the teenage runaways. However he seemed especially close to a group of punks that numbered roughly between five and ten.
Immediately they took a liking to Calamity due to her violent tedencies, sarcastic sense of humour, fascination with destruction, and of course her physical appearance. Little Jane had grown up to be quite a fetching young woman with dark hair and hazel eyes that burned with the fury that boiled within her. Her homelessness and general lack of food caused her to become quite lanky, which seemed to pair well with her tall height. She easily towered over most of the other girls in the group and several of the boys with a height of roughly five-feet, ten inches.
Calamity took well to them all considering they were all quite nice to her and treated her with the respect she felt she deserved. As time passed that respect grew stronger in no small part to the fear that she instilled in others. In the beginning they saw her as nothing different from any of the other girls in the group but that changed with a series of incidents.
Not long after securing her position in the group, Calamity, Greed, Sitter, Dave, and Cherrybomb were wandering about the city drunk, which has become quite an entertaining past-time for them all. As they walked down a street, Calamity accidentally bumped into a young woman who in turn stopped and turned as the group went on their way.
"Watch where you're going, street trash," the girl said in a loud and angry tone.
Calamity turned around sharply while the others stood in place, looking to the girl who had uttered the offensive phrase.
Without a single word, Calamity grabbed the girl by the head and smashed her face through the passenger's side window of a nearby parked car. The glass shattered into bloody fragments and Calamity began stomping and kicking the girl, screaming insults at her although she was obviously unconscious and unable to defend herself.
It took all four of them to restrain her and drag her off so that they wouldn't be apprehended by the police.
The second incident happened several months later.
Calamity and Sitter, now her best girlfriend of the group, were sitting on the hood of a lovely black Mercedes-Benz across the street from a very fashionable discotech drinking a pair of stolen bottles of Old English. Sitter was obviously a bit intoxicated however Calamity, having become quite the hard drinker, lacked even an intial buzz.
Suddenly a young blonde woman who was very well to do exited the club with several other girls. All of them where dressed nicely in expensive fabrics and were quite done up for the evening.
The blonde, obviously the leader of the pack began shrieking at Calamity and Sitter.
"Hey! Get the fuck off my car!" The woman shrieked.
Calamity sat up and lit a cigarette, glancing over at the woman.
"Yeah! You! Get the fuck off my car! I just had it washed, you stupid bitches! If you don't get off it right now, I'm calling the cops!" The woman continued yelling from across the street.
"Can she do that?" Sitter asked in disbelief.
"Call the police? Of course she can. And they'll come and arrest us for underage drinking," she said matter-of-factly.
"We should probably go, huh?" Sitter asked, being the pascifist of the group.
"Fuck you, you plastic botox whore!" Calamity screamed back at the group of young women.
The women across the street were not pleased with the lack of compliance.
Sitter gasped, "Calamity! You're gonna get us into a fight!"
Calamity smirked, "No, I'm going to get myself in a fight."
"There's three of them though! They'll kick your ass!" Sitter warned her.
Calamity laughed, "No they won't."
"What did you fucking call me you fucking skank?!" The blonde across the street yelled.
"Come over here and say that, you cunt!" Her chubby brunette friend added.
Calamity flicked her cigarette out into the street and casually strolled across at a leisurely pace, ignoring the traffic. Cars swerved to avoid her as she meandered to the other side of the road.
She stepped up the abutment and onto the sidewalk outside of the club. The blonde woman and her friends stepped up to her and without a moment's notice, Calamity grabbed her hair of the blonde and jerked her forward. The chubby brunette threw a punch and Calamity dodged it, only to return the favour with a hard blow to her brunette's throat that caused her to choke and gag and collapse to the concrete.
Calamity pulled the blonde's head against her right side, holding it tight with her arm and drove her knee into the woman's chest repeatedly as the blonde's other friend, another blonde who was quite petite stood frozen in fear.
As Calamity held the blonde across the street, ramming her repeatedly with her knees Sitter sat on the hood of the car on the other side, shaking her head.
"She is out of her mind," she said quietly to herself.
The blonde went limp and Calamity dropped her to the sidewalk with a thud. She kicked the girl repeatedly in the side until she rolled over, where she pinned her down by her shoulders.
"You stupid fucking bitch, you should've kept your dumb whore mouth shut," Calamity growled.
Finally the small blonde friend broke from her trance and leapt at Calamity with a scream. Calamity leapt up, grabbed her by the front of her flower-print dress and hurled her away, smashing her head into parking-meter.
Then she bent down to the blonde who lay bloody and crying with smeared make-up on the sidewalk. Calamity leaned in and bit into her face, catching the girl's nose between her teeth. Calamity gnawed and tore, twisting her head from side to side like a shark with a seal in its gaping maw, as her incisiors cut into the girl's nose. The taste of blood on her tongue only incensed her further.
The girl screamed and writhed, clumsily throwing her fists at Calamity's head to no avail. With a jerk, Calamity lifted her head, severing the girl's nose from her face with her teeth. Calamity spit the nose out into the street where it tumbled back towards the sidewalk and into a storm drain.
Calamity rose to her feet and the girl felt for her nose, only to find a gaping bloody hole. She let out a horrified scream.
Calamity smirked and spit in her face before calmly returning to Sitter on the other side of the street who now sat on the edge of the hood with her face a deathly shade of white.
"C-C-Calamity . . . w-we have to get out of here! Now!" Sitter stammered, gripped by horror.
Calamity sighed, "Yeah, probably so . . . wait a sec."
Calamity darted across the street to the girl once again and snatched her purse, finding the keys inside. She spoitted the purses of the other two girls and seized them as well before rushing back across the street.
She pulled the keys out of the blonde's purse, unlocked the car, leapt in and started it. Sitter jumped into the passenger's seat and Calamity stomped on the accellerator, taking off with an ear-piercing screech.
"You're fucking crazy!" Sitter shrieked as Calamity sped down the street recklessly, ignoring traffic lights.
"You know what's even better?" Calamity asked laughing hysterically. "I don't know how to drive."
Immediately they took a liking to Calamity due to her violent tedencies, sarcastic sense of humour, fascination with destruction, and of course her physical appearance. Little Jane had grown up to be quite a fetching young woman with dark hair and hazel eyes that burned with the fury that boiled within her. Her homelessness and general lack of food caused her to become quite lanky, which seemed to pair well with her tall height. She easily towered over most of the other girls in the group and several of the boys with a height of roughly five-feet, ten inches.
Calamity took well to them all considering they were all quite nice to her and treated her with the respect she felt she deserved. As time passed that respect grew stronger in no small part to the fear that she instilled in others. In the beginning they saw her as nothing different from any of the other girls in the group but that changed with a series of incidents.
Not long after securing her position in the group, Calamity, Greed, Sitter, Dave, and Cherrybomb were wandering about the city drunk, which has become quite an entertaining past-time for them all. As they walked down a street, Calamity accidentally bumped into a young woman who in turn stopped and turned as the group went on their way.
"Watch where you're going, street trash," the girl said in a loud and angry tone.
Calamity turned around sharply while the others stood in place, looking to the girl who had uttered the offensive phrase.
Without a single word, Calamity grabbed the girl by the head and smashed her face through the passenger's side window of a nearby parked car. The glass shattered into bloody fragments and Calamity began stomping and kicking the girl, screaming insults at her although she was obviously unconscious and unable to defend herself.
It took all four of them to restrain her and drag her off so that they wouldn't be apprehended by the police.
The second incident happened several months later.
Calamity and Sitter, now her best girlfriend of the group, were sitting on the hood of a lovely black Mercedes-Benz across the street from a very fashionable discotech drinking a pair of stolen bottles of Old English. Sitter was obviously a bit intoxicated however Calamity, having become quite the hard drinker, lacked even an intial buzz.
Suddenly a young blonde woman who was very well to do exited the club with several other girls. All of them where dressed nicely in expensive fabrics and were quite done up for the evening.
The blonde, obviously the leader of the pack began shrieking at Calamity and Sitter.
"Hey! Get the fuck off my car!" The woman shrieked.
Calamity sat up and lit a cigarette, glancing over at the woman.
"Yeah! You! Get the fuck off my car! I just had it washed, you stupid bitches! If you don't get off it right now, I'm calling the cops!" The woman continued yelling from across the street.
"Can she do that?" Sitter asked in disbelief.
"Call the police? Of course she can. And they'll come and arrest us for underage drinking," she said matter-of-factly.
"We should probably go, huh?" Sitter asked, being the pascifist of the group.
"Fuck you, you plastic botox whore!" Calamity screamed back at the group of young women.
The women across the street were not pleased with the lack of compliance.
Sitter gasped, "Calamity! You're gonna get us into a fight!"
Calamity smirked, "No, I'm going to get myself in a fight."
"There's three of them though! They'll kick your ass!" Sitter warned her.
Calamity laughed, "No they won't."
"What did you fucking call me you fucking skank?!" The blonde across the street yelled.
"Come over here and say that, you cunt!" Her chubby brunette friend added.
Calamity flicked her cigarette out into the street and casually strolled across at a leisurely pace, ignoring the traffic. Cars swerved to avoid her as she meandered to the other side of the road.
She stepped up the abutment and onto the sidewalk outside of the club. The blonde woman and her friends stepped up to her and without a moment's notice, Calamity grabbed her hair of the blonde and jerked her forward. The chubby brunette threw a punch and Calamity dodged it, only to return the favour with a hard blow to her brunette's throat that caused her to choke and gag and collapse to the concrete.
Calamity pulled the blonde's head against her right side, holding it tight with her arm and drove her knee into the woman's chest repeatedly as the blonde's other friend, another blonde who was quite petite stood frozen in fear.
As Calamity held the blonde across the street, ramming her repeatedly with her knees Sitter sat on the hood of the car on the other side, shaking her head.
"She is out of her mind," she said quietly to herself.
The blonde went limp and Calamity dropped her to the sidewalk with a thud. She kicked the girl repeatedly in the side until she rolled over, where she pinned her down by her shoulders.
"You stupid fucking bitch, you should've kept your dumb whore mouth shut," Calamity growled.
Finally the small blonde friend broke from her trance and leapt at Calamity with a scream. Calamity leapt up, grabbed her by the front of her flower-print dress and hurled her away, smashing her head into parking-meter.
Then she bent down to the blonde who lay bloody and crying with smeared make-up on the sidewalk. Calamity leaned in and bit into her face, catching the girl's nose between her teeth. Calamity gnawed and tore, twisting her head from side to side like a shark with a seal in its gaping maw, as her incisiors cut into the girl's nose. The taste of blood on her tongue only incensed her further.
The girl screamed and writhed, clumsily throwing her fists at Calamity's head to no avail. With a jerk, Calamity lifted her head, severing the girl's nose from her face with her teeth. Calamity spit the nose out into the street where it tumbled back towards the sidewalk and into a storm drain.
Calamity rose to her feet and the girl felt for her nose, only to find a gaping bloody hole. She let out a horrified scream.
Calamity smirked and spit in her face before calmly returning to Sitter on the other side of the street who now sat on the edge of the hood with her face a deathly shade of white.
"C-C-Calamity . . . w-we have to get out of here! Now!" Sitter stammered, gripped by horror.
Calamity sighed, "Yeah, probably so . . . wait a sec."
Calamity darted across the street to the girl once again and snatched her purse, finding the keys inside. She spoitted the purses of the other two girls and seized them as well before rushing back across the street.
She pulled the keys out of the blonde's purse, unlocked the car, leapt in and started it. Sitter jumped into the passenger's seat and Calamity stomped on the accellerator, taking off with an ear-piercing screech.
"You're fucking crazy!" Sitter shrieked as Calamity sped down the street recklessly, ignoring traffic lights.
"You know what's even better?" Calamity asked laughing hysterically. "I don't know how to drive."