An old Friend (HC Part 22)

By JS2007

Helen was frozen in fear for a nearly a second as her mind raced through alternatives, but nothing came up that would enable her to be at least 10 meters away from the grenade, the flimsy interior walls of the small apartment would offer no safety from the blast and burning phosphorous. She looked deep into the desperate eyes of Ai, the other women’s labouring breathing sounding in her ears, as tears welled up in her enemy’s eyes.

‘She will live and be happy,’ gasped Ai.

Then with a click that sounded like a drum beat the safety came off and Ai closed her eyes with a sigh, and resigned to her fate, Helen closed her eyes too, but nothing happened.

Ai started to scream, her claw like hands still shaking the bomb. Helen instantly jumped away and landed on all fours by where the big American 45 had fallen, and it was only a split second before ‘Gin’ had the gun ready, But Nothing Happened.

‘Ai,’ Helen gasped with relief as she straightened up, and brushed herself off, ‘you are such a fool. This junk is all decommissioned. Didn’t you even check the fuze.’ But the seated women now seemed beyond caring, her breathing was now in guttural gasps, and her eyes had rolled back into her head. Helen now became aware of a constant pinging sound coming from the recumbent form of the smaller woman, a medical alarm, and in answer there was a hammering on the door, and shouting from outside. Deftly Helen righted the table, and retrieving the grenade from Ai’s shaking hands, she threw both bomb and gun into the bedroom as she sprinted to open the door, and as she had expected the older women in the nurses uniform she had seen earlier, pushed passed her to tend to her patient.

‘Get the chair in here please,’ the nurse called over her shoulder in native Shanghainese, ‘it’s got her oxygen bottle, and I’ve already called for an ambulance’. But the chair and the oxygen bottle were not Helen’s priority right now as on the wheelchair was Ai’s purse and phone, and she needed answers. Flicking open the smart phone made Helen shudder, it was of course locked, but it told her all she needed to know, as the screen opened to a smiling face of a teen girl long dead, with a cheeky grin and spiky pink hair. So Ai was still obsessed with the Ichigo, her strawberry haired lover.
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Then, the first time, five years previously

The address for the duel she had been given was in one of the roughest areas of Tokyo, a small hall hired out to wannabe Death Metal and J-Rock bands, built originally for Occupation GI’s. The music from the ‘live house’ blared through the walls into the old outside toilet block. It was hardly used and neglected as two better facilities were housed in the modernised main entrance. Its amenities were old and ‘western’ in style; four individual male urinals, and three small sit down cubicles with overhead water tanks and pull chain flushes that had not worked properly in decades. Mainly pimps and junkies used it when the hall was closed, but today, with the concert in full swing, they had abandoned the place for even dirtier surroundings. The JPopRock beat with the screaming male soloist echoed off the filthy porcelain and metal. The group was very popular locally, and the last few injecting ‘patrons’ had rushed out when the announcer started the introduction for the top act.

As Miki and Gin entered the furthest of the three stalls opened and out walked a masked girl. Like Gin the stranger was wearing a duelling mask, the reinforced white plastic face guard used for the more vicious College fights, similar to a Kabuki actors, but glued onto the face with a special resin. She did not appear to have a second, but of course Ai was still in a coma, so without formalities the punk girl immediately started to slip out of her floral mini dress. Gin in any case recognised the bitch, how could she not recognise a girl she had known for nearly ten years. Her pale complexion and short spikey strawberry pink hair when added to the full set of Gumi Yakuza ownership tattoos that she was revealing as she stripped made her instantly recognisable as Ichigo, the bitch that had sworn to kill her, but for that vow Arimi could not blame her, as Gin had crippled her lover. She was as tall as Gin but with a more male build than her ex-friend but both had as yet underdeveloped chests on their slim ballet dancer/gymnast nineteen year old figures.

‘Your meat is mine, cow,’ said Gin in a threatening undertone. ‘I’m giving your scalped cunt to Ai as a get well present.’ And Gin saw how Ichigo flinched at the name of her crippled woman.

‘I believe in a life for a life and a lover for a lover. This is my revenge you psycho’ , spat back the pink haired young woman.
Apart from scarlet hold-up fishnet stockings and red four-inch stiletto shoes the other teen was now naked having worn neither knickers nor bra under the party dress. Gin unbuttoned and unwrapped her denim micro mini dress and then pulled off her white belly top revealing her own tanned nude body to her foe in black nylon stocking crotchless pantyhose and black high heels. Both girls were wearing ‘razor heels’ though as they walked neither appeared particularly confident of their balance in the unfamiliar ‘catfight’ footwear. Miki sighed and leaving locked the door to stand guard outside, as the screams of combat now echoed out of the dirty toilet.

The two College girls had instantly charged at each other and in the confined space of the old lavatory were quickly spinning each other around kicking, biting and punching before clinching and staggering into the nearest of the three stalls. The two teen’s fell into the small toilet cubicle, pushing open the old door, hands locked into each others vital assets. They were not natural catfighters but trained bitch fighters. Who wants to pull and tug at hair when much more valuable targets are available for destruction, and today they wanted to sexually destroy each other. The claws of each teen’s right hand was firmly tugging and scratching at the other feline’s crotch while the talons of their left fists were twisting and pulling at the sensitive teats on their young still growing breasts in the close confines of the cubicle. Both girls were yelling and swearing now as they had worked themselves into a stalemate where neither vixen could afford to let go on pain of circumcision or de-titting from the other cat. Their curses slowly subsided into slow tortured moans and whimpers as they leaned into each other’s tenderised body and increased the viciousness of their holds. Eventually blood was flowing from each mangled tit and slick crimson was cascading down the inner thighs of the two students, coating the black and red stockings of each young women in gore. Gin finally managed to get a good hold on Ichigo’s clit and force it out from its protective cunt lips. Ichigo wailed in anticipation of what was about to happen and then screeched as she was yanked up onto tip toes by the platinum haired vixen’s cunt claw.

Still wailing the other young woman grabbed the cistern and pull chain on the old toilet and tried to relieve the intense pain in her sex by lifting herself up and scissoring Gin’s waist above her black panythose, but this only enabled the spray tanned gladiatrix to add ass ripping to her cunt claw as she buried four fingers into Ichigo’s puckered brown shitter, while holding her in place by the pale vixens red garterbelt. As the other teen screamed in torment at the torure with a grinding and rumble of old brickwork the chain and cistern ripped out from the wall and both girls were flung hard to the floor as the toilet collapsed with a gush of water from the overhead tank that soaked both females. Luckily both teens had escaped the falling masonry, and while Gin sat up shaking her head to clear the cobwebs the glistening form of the dazed Ichigo crawled away crying, one hand pressed firmly into her bloody crotch, her scarlet fishnets dyed a deeper red by her blood

Gin pulled herself up and shakily pursued her foe across the debris and dank stagnant water wobbling on her razor heels, but as she prepared to hammer a hard black patent leather toe into the juicy firm ass of the pale bitch the other girl flicked back a scarlet leg and her red booted foot spiked the platinum vixen just above her cunt. Gin gurgled, clutching her punctured gut, and received another stab from the red stiletto, lower down full in her crotch, dead centre of the gap in the crotchless black fishnet stocking tights, eliciting a scream as she pitched down on her black pantyhosed knees, both hands nursing her wounded sex. Ichigo snatched hold of the other kneeling teens damp metallic locks and pulled her across the cracked tiled flooring, yanking her head over towards the nearest pisser, ripping to shreds the nylons. With a splash of green slime she plunged the platinum head of the other teen into the basin. The urinal trough was filed with stale excrement and old cigarettes and the fermenting liquid stung and oozed around her face as Gin tried not to gulp any of the noxious substance. As a reflex her right hand snaked back and found the already tenderised clit of her foe and latched on, twisting and gouging between the red stockinged calves, but Ichigo held her head under ignoring the agony of the claw hold on her cunt and bellowed at the drowning teen.

‘Drink piss you ugly shit, I will ruin you like you have ruined Ai,’ hissed the pink haired girl through her battered lips. Eventually forced to take a mouthful of the foul excrement Gin retched and spasmed and her writhing threw the lighter girl off of her as she gulped for air and then was violently sick, as Ichigo tried to hold her in place with a firm grip on the top of her black crotchless fishnets. Fortunately for Gin the projectile vomited liquid hit Ichigo as she was rising to renew her attack on the platinum haired vixen, and she took a full mouthful of Gins putrid spew. Now both teens were retching uncontrollably fighting their own bodies as their stomachs cramped and their throats burned with the expulsion of their minimal drug and booster loaded last meals. However revenge for her near drowning was Gins main concern and fighting her own still retching body she grabbed hold of the pink locks of the other Asian and dunked her head into the next full urinal. To Gins disgust, and to a wail from the disappearing head of the other teen, two used condoms were floating on the green discoloured piss. Ichigo bucked and jerked as the heavier vixen held her face under the effluent. Eventually in desperation having had no luck with clawing at Gin hands and arms and punching into her already tender stomach the slimmer Amazon managed an instinctive gouge at her adversary’s eyes, through the slits in her white mask, forcing Gin to squeal in pain and jerk backwards to save her sight

As Gin sat back on her haunches rubbing at her sore eyes the other teen sprawled sobbing on the hard tilled floor, only a few feet away, coughing up the foul liquid. Ichigo seemed unable to continue but Gin was fully aware this fight would have to go on to a conclusive finish. Clambering up she shot out her right fishnetted leg and spiked the other teen high in the thigh with her black stiletto boot. Ichigo screamed and rolled away but as she did so Gin using the urinal for support smacked the pointed tip of her black high heel patent leather pump straight into the hairless and already traumatised slit of the pale skinned yping woman. The pink-haired vixen gurgled and clutched herself and flopped down half way into one of the stalls. Rising Gin pursued flexing her black stocking encased legs, spiking her twice more in her muscled left thigh above her scarlet stockings with her black shiny razor stilletos, causing howls from the other College girl before in desperation Ichigo lashed out, and though missing with her own spiked red stiletto, caused Gin to stumble in her unfamiliar foot wear, and with a surprised yell fall backwards with a crash onto the filthy slick toilet floor. Gin was stunned as she had hit her head hard on the unyielding surface, but luckily Ichigo was still whimpering in pain and found it difficult to rise having three bleeding wounds in her thigh, just above her stocking top, by the red garter strap. The other bitch eventual hauled herself up and staggered across towards the downed platinum haired gladiatrix and balancing precariously on her wounded leg sent her own spiked heel deep into the side of her enemies left knee, ripping a hole in the black tights, and was satisfied not only with the deafening shriek but the unmistakeable crack of a displaced patella, as blood started to coat Gin’s ripped fishnets.
‘Try dancing now cunt,’ spat Ichigo.

However Gin, through her pain, shot out her good leg to sweep the scarlet encased legs out from under her taunting foe, sending the pale skinned teen down with a thud onto the floor, smacking her tattooed covered back hard onto the tilled floor beside her wounded enemy. To Gins surprise and agony, the other gladiatrix immediately retaliated by kicking her red spikes again into the other teens injured black stockinged leg, eliciting aother scream of renewed agony from the back booted catfighter. As Gin rolled about moaning, holding her swelling knee, the pink haired bitch slowly pulled herself up and gulped in lung fulls of the acrid ammonia smelling air. Stooping, Ichigo retrieved the toilet chain pull that had been yanked loose from the overhead cistern of the flush in the cubicle that they had wrecked earlier. Holding the two foot rusty chain by it’s worn wooden handle she started to flail at the cowering body of the downed California tanned young woman.
‘Why do you do such terrible things to people? You are nothing. You do not even have any clan markings. Why did I ever love you?’ She screamed at the tearful Gin, as welts and strips of flesh were torn from off of the naked torso of the silver haired gladiatrix.

Gin had crawled as best she could into the end cubical but her relentless foe had wobbled in pursuit aiming to cut and lacerate very inch of the other nude teens glistening, bloody nude body, flailing red stripes across Gin’s back and legs as she crawled. Rolling onto her back the platinum haired vixen glared up at her panting enemy.

‘Fuck you cow’, she hissed at the other Japanese woman, who was again lifting up her make shift toilet chain whip, as with her black stilettoed good leg, Gin kicked the old hardwood toilet door closed. The force of the blow cracking the mask and broke Ichigo’s nose as the wood swung across hitting her hard full in the face. The door spring back wide open and Gin smiled up into the blood cover face of the dazed girl as she groaned and staggered back to perch on top of one of the messy urinals. Half the mask had fallen away and the other vixen had both hands up trying to staunch the gush of blood from her flattened features. Gin hauled herself up by using the toilet stool and favouring her swelling knee she hobbled across on her razor stilettos to the injured vixen. Yanking up the pale teen by her grimy strawberry hair she smacked a punch into the other female’s already bloody face, and then for good measure frepeated the blow four more times.

Ichigo fell backwards with a crash through the doorway of the middle cubicle and smashed her head on the discoloured porcelain bowel of the stool. Gin hobbled to the door and looked in, seeing her foe lying semi-conscious on her ass, splayed out on the floor, her head thrown back resting on the rim of the bowl with her short bedraggled pink hair hanging down into the brown water of the overflowing crapper. Lurching forward the metal haired gladiatrix grabbed her prone enemy’s ankles. Ripping at the remains of the red sheer stoclings she wound them about the pale teen’s legs so they were secured, and then hoisted the other student up into the air, head downwards. Holding Ichigo around her thighs she balanced herself, favouring her good leg, across the shit, piss and cum filled bowel and then dropped the other females face into the sickening mixture, hanging on to her red garterbelt for a firm hold. For a second the stunned catfighter did not realize what was happening, and then suddenly Gin was fighting to keep her hold on the wet slithering glistening naked torso of her foe, as the other girl’s whole body was twitching and writhing, trying to free herself from the suffocating ooze. The platinum haired bitch was crying with exertion as the pink haired Japanese girl slowly drowned in the filth. The slim girls red stockinged entangled legs bucked and her body arched and spasmed in complete panic as she beat at Gin, desperate for release. Looking down Gin could see bubbles starting to erupt on the slimy surface, signalling the other Amazon was now taking in lung fulls of the effluent, slowly drowning in the piss and shit.

Ichigo however was lucky, as suddenly with a piercing scream Gin lurched sideways as her left leg gave way completely. The strawberry bitch had in her frantic scrabbling for release chopped across Gin’s injured left knee and the shock and the pain had momentarily caused the California tanned vixen to falter. Both teens crashed to the floor, half in, half out, of the small cubicle. As the pale skinned vixen pucked and retched Gin, slumped across the muscular Gumi Clan illustrated back of the boyish girl, wondered what she had to do to finish this pink haired bitch. Ichigo was making inhuman guttural sounds as a tide of brown and green liquid cascaded from her mouth and nose, and her red rimmed eyes were set wide open in shocked horror in her shit covered face, her mask now having completely fallen off. Then Gin noticed the rusty chain with its old wooden handle lying discarded on the excrement covered floor. The platinum teen crawled across to the improvised weapon, leaving the other College girl still whimpering and wiping the ooze from her battered face. Picking up the handle Gin thrust the splintered wood deep into the open sopping sex of her enemy. Ichigo could only moan and feebly reach back to slap at Gin’s hands as her foe pushed the shaft of wood deep into her cunt, lacerating her sex-lips and clit. Ichigo started to weep making gurgling animal noises as her body shook and twitched in torment, her legs still wrapped up in the remains of her own red stockings, her decoloured red razor stilettos drumming on the floor.

‘Submit you monkey’, hissed Gin, leaning over the glistening bloody tattooed back of the other girl and grabbing her caked hair, pulled their faces close to glare into her victims tortured eyes. The other girl sobbed but defiantly shook her head and though only capable of moans did summoned up enough strength to spit into the face of the other battered gladiatrix. Gin sent Ichigo’s once pretty face into the hard cracked tiled floor again, knocking her cold. With a smile Gin collapsed across the prone body of her butchered, bleeding, foe.

Miki waited five minutes, listening for any sound of movement, before opening the door. She stifled a cry at the carnage and then ran across to the unconscious form of her friend, but with relief she realised the ever spreading pool of gore was flowing from Ichigo, not Gin. Quickly scooping her friend up she staggered to the old van they had arrived in and the senior student who was their driver raced to the nearest ER. Luckily it had a contract with the College and therefore knew how to hush up any awkward questions.

They had left the still form of the unconscious Ichigo sprawled on the cold dirty floor. She never returned to her College, ‘Officially’ lost on a mission, but everyone knew she was reported as ‘run’ by her clan, and after a suitable wait put on the list as a deserter, and with a nice round figure for anyone who could return her.

Ai of course was still on life support, so the affaire was ended, as Ichigo had no one to avenge her own destruction.
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Now…

So Ai, even after all these years wanted revenge, but for Helen the question was why now. And how desperate was Ai to get that revenge that even though crippled she would risk everything to attack Gin herself, and not just tip off one of her many enemies. Of course, Helen realised no one would believe a deranged bed ridden cripple that the Black Chinese woman was actually ‘Gin’, and as ‘Helen’ she was Fuso’s concubine, and untouchable. It would have driven her crazy that no one would believe her, so her only option was to do the job herself. Of course no one would let her have weapons to take with her to China, so she had gone on the notorious Shanghai black market, and been tricked, or more likely purposely given fakes. The local Triad would want to make sure she would not cause an incident, especially given she was visiting an Asoka clan’s Concubine, and who wants to fight a gang war over some crazed cripple.

But in the purse was another surprise. Two embossed invitation to her lover Fuso’s wedding to a Gumi woman called ‘Mayumi’, to take place in three days’ time. One was for Ai, with a plus one for her nurse, and the other was for ‘Helen Chung’!!!