This story is pure fantasy. It is not based on anyone or on any real occurrence. It just something I decided to explore. I'd appreciate any input.
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Chapter I
Rescue
It was a Friday night like any other. The stadium was packed and high school kids were everywhere, the boys showing off to the girls, the girls showing off to the boys, a few of them were even watching the football game.
As a cheerleader, Heather spent the night in front of the bleachers leading the fans in support of the home team with the rest of her squad. They were ignored by mostly everyone except for the occasional gape-mouthed teenage boy and a group of four older boys who focused their attention entirely on her.
They were all benched football players, made to sit on the sidelines for various reasons from bad grades to minor injuries. She thought they were all cute but she had eyes for only one of them. The tall, dark-haired one. He brought her soda and popcorn during halftime and teased and flirted with her every chance he got.
Lately, Heather seemed to be the center of attention for the boys though she didn't really understand why. She had no idea that she'd blossomed into a striking beauty.
Though she was young, she was two inches short of six feet tall and had the deep graceful curves of womanhood. Her tiny waist was accentuated by firm, very large, round breasts. She had big, vivid blue eyes, long dark lashes, a fine pert nose, a wide sensuous mouth with full pink lips and a flawless peaches and cream complexion. Other than her bright blue eyes, which were so vividly blue that they seemed to glow, one of her best features was her waist-length hair. It was a shimmering curtain of silvery gold that, like the silk it resembled, seemed to have a life of its own.
Yes, she was absolutely, stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful. Her delicate finely-sculpted features were an artist's dream.
Though young, her voice was low and husky, not high or raspy. She didn't talk fast or string her words together breathlessly as many teenagers did but expressed herself clearly and confidently.
Flawless features, the freshness and beauty of youth combined with intelligence, kindness, and naiveté made her irresistible... and she was completely unaware of her appeal. Less than a year before she'd been gawky, tall and shapeless, a smart dork with a pretty face and pretty hair and nothing else of notice... and she still thought of herself that way.
Heather also came from a wealthy family so she'd never felt the sting of rejection or need. She'd lived her entire life coddled and taken care of, trusting that the world was a safe and wonderful place, safe and carefree... until this fateful night.
It never occurred to her that the tall dark-haired boy had hidden motives, that his alligator smile hid an evil vile intent. To her, he was a young, handsome, and popular... and he was so funny. Naively flattered by his attention and completely oblivious to his true intentions, she readily agreed to go with him to an after-game party.
She was hesitant to go alone but somehow he talked her into it. A big winning smile, jokes and constant flattery did the job. He was one of the most popular boys in school after all and she figured this would be a good opportunity to join the cool crowd. She'd never wanted to be a part of that crowd before but the boy was so persuasive and good looking that she couldn't say no.
So, against her better judgment and common sense, half an hour after the game was over she got into a car with him and left her cheerleader friends behind -- envious and wondering where the party was and why they hadn't heard about it or been invited to it.
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Darnell Harland was ready tonight. He'd spent the day setting lights in an alley between a cluster of classrooms, the gym and a couple of large dumpsters ... the place where he'd seen the four boys raping a young girl. He got there too late for her but he wasn't going to be late tonight. He made sure the location was well lit and set up a couple of HD video cameras in different locations to record the whole thing. He knew the four thugs would be so absorbed with the girl they wouldn't notice a thing. This was their safe place, the place they knew where they wouldn't get caught. They might notice the additional lights but they'd still do their deed.
It was several weeks since the time he'd seen these four thugs raping that young white girl. Tonight, the conditions were the same ... It was a home game, it was getting late and kids were heading to their parties. Somehow, he knew they'd bring a girl here and take turns raping her, at least that's what they thought they were going to do. He'd piss in their cheerios tonight... the fucking bastards.
From one of the high school's third story windows, he had seen the four rapists taking turns sexually assaulting the young white girl. He couldn't stomach calling them either boys or men, he just thought of them as "rapists." He had immediately known what they were doing to the girl and had run as fast as he could to try to help her but he hadn't made it in time.
He ran as fast as his short legs could carry him but by the time he got there, huffing and puffing, the four rapists had redressed their victim and manhandled her back to their car and driven off. He was sure they'd threatened her and convinced her of who knows what. Probably that everything was her fault and that she needed to keep her mouth shut or else.
He knew that even if he'd gotten there sooner, he wouldn't have been able to prevent them from raping the girl. He also knew that he probably would have gotten his ass kicked pretty bad but at least he'd have seen their faces and been able to identify them in a lineup.
Hell, even if he was just the high school janitor, he would have done anything in his power to help the poor girl, regardless of what the four assholes did to him.
Back to the task at hand ... tonight things would be different.
In a place where most black men were tall, broad and athletic, Darnell was only 5 feet, 4 inches tall, 200 plus roly-poly pounds, good-natured and unthreatening. But he was strong and he did have a deep bass voice and tonight he planned on using it.
He might still get his ass kicked but it'd be worth it once the authorities saw the video he was going through so much trouble to secure. These bastards would get their just deserts then. And this time he'd keep a girl from being raped and ruined.
Three weeks ago, he had gone to the police to report what he'd seen, hoping they'd do something, but without a victim or any evidence there was nothing they could do. Their hands were completely tied.
He'd left the police station feeling completely frustrated and helpless. As he stood outside the station he'd decided that he would take matters into his own hands. Somehow he would have to catch them in the act. But how?
Catch them ... trap them ... somehow get proof of the depraved crime they're committing on innocent young girls.
