The Archeologist: The Angel from the Street
My name is Dr. James Carson. I am a 27 year old archeologist worth over a little more than 5 billion dollars. I have been called a genius by some, partly because I graduated high school at ten and by the age of seventeen held a doctorate in anthropology/ archeology from UCLA. But mainly because of my prowess with women. I can have any woman with only a few choice words. This is my story.
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Dr. James Carson stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror appraising his image. Standing at a little over foot tall his height and broad shoulders filled out the black tuxedo nicely. He straightened the back bow tie and lock of his dark hair. He was ready.
James hated these damn government parties but that, he assumed, was the price of government funding. As wealthy as he was he didn't need the funding, but why not get a little work out of all that tax money he had paid.
He stepped out from in front of the mirror. Carson walked to a table by the door and picked up a long, slender black leather wallet. Also on the table lie set of keys. Keys to James' baby.
He stepped out of the hotel room and walked down the tope corridor to the veneered elevator doors. James stepped into the car and depressed the button that indicated the parking garage. As the car shuddered into motion he thought of what he would say to all the diplomats and scientists. Even though he had been to hundreds of these parties he was always nervous and rehearsed what to say.
The car stopped abruptly and the doors opened to the cold concrete environment of the parking garage. James stepped out of the car and spotted her immediately. His baby.
He started the trek to the black 2004 Mazirati Coupe and pushed the button on the alarm remote. The car emitted the telltale beep that it's alarm had been deactivated. James walked up to her, opened the door, and got in.
The car started with the rumble of raw power that lie beneath the hood. He watched as the needle on the odometer passed 30 MPH as he backed the car out of the space. James kicked the shifter into place and sped off to the exit.
As the concrete columns of the parking garage raced past James revealed, like ever other American man, in the power and speed at his command. Quickly the concrete columns turned to the street lights of Washington D.C.
He turned corners at ridicules speeds and raced through red lights. In a word, the man was a lawsuit waiting to happen. He continued his maniacal rate of speed until he pulled into a parking space in a closed office building's parking structure three blocks away from the Hancock Hotel, where the party was being held. He stepped out of his baby and once again depressed the alarm button. He turned and headed to the exit of the structure.
Carson continued his rehearsal as he walked along the darkened streets of our nation's capitol. Then as if from the very night itself he heard a woman scream. The shrill, piercing scream that only the vocal cords of a woman could make. He thought it was coming from behind him.
The woman screamed again. Yes, now he was sure, that ally he had passed just a minute a ago. James quickly turned around and ran back to the ally. He stood at the opening of the ally and peered out into the darkness. He saw nothing.
The big man braced himself and plunged into the darkness of the ally. Then he saw it. A horrible sight. A woman laying on the ground with a nice evening gown pushed up to her waist. A large man stood over her. He was raping her.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" screamed James as he ran up to the man.
"What the -" but the man didn't have time to finish before Dr. Carson lifted him off the ground and flung him against the ally wall.
"What's the matter couldn't get any honestly? You fuck head." James screamed in the man's face and slammed him in the wall emphasizing his last words.
Then as fast as he could the rapist pulled a knife from god knows where, as his pants were around his ankles, and swung the sharpened steel at our heroes head. James, however, was quicker. He not only dodged the knife but caught it in his left hand. His right hand moved from the collar of the man's tattered T-shirt to his throat.
As the rapist pushed against him testing the limits of Carson's strength he squeezed down on the big man's throat. After a few moments of a fruitless struggle the rapist gave up and raised the hand that wasn't holding the knife. He slammed the balled fist in to Carson's eye.
As the impact from the punch rushed to him James took a step back and released the man's throat. The slime ball's tactic had worked. Carson took another step back and turned looking for a weapon. For the first time he really noticed the woman. She was angelic. A red head with long slender legs and perfect tit's that defied gravity. It's was amazing to James that he could find perfection in the middle of a fight with a rapist. He knew that he had to have her.
When he turned back to the shit head he realized that he still had no defense against the attacker. He thought to himself fine I'll just take his. Finally he found a use for all those stupid martial arts class his dad made him take.
Carson let himself slide in to a back stance. With all the weight on his back leg he had a very low center of gravity. He lifted his leg and kicked out ward in a round house kick. James connected with something. Then he heard the metallic clang of the knife. He had done it. But now. He kicked out once again with a side kick and made contact with the man's cranium.
The skuzzy thug crashed into the brick wall of the ally. He was out he just hadn't fallen yet. Just then like a flash of lightning the little woman passed James and threw her tiny frame into the man.
The another scream cut through to night air. Not the woman's this time, but the rapist. As the woman backed up the good doctor saw the hilt of the knife protruding from the rapist groin. She had stabbed him in the balls.
"You'll never rape another." said the woman weakly
"Holy Shit." James said as he walked up to the man and pulled the dagger out. This caused another scream. "This is a 11th century combat dagger from England."
"What?" Asked the frightened woman.
"Nothing. Are you alright." Carson asked approaching her.
"Yes. A little shook up, but I'm fine." said the vixen looking down at the rapist.
"I am Dr. James Carson." said James offering his hand.
"Dr. Emily Johnson," said the girl taking James' hand.