"HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP US!"
That's all he needed to hear that sparked his curiosity. Like most humans say: "Curiosity killed the cat." Lucky for him he wasn't a cat. Unlucky for the attackers, he wasn't human either.
Jamika walked out of the club holding onto the drunk Tamara as they tried to make their way out. There were vehicles everywhere. Even across the street. The whole hood was here. And they were up in the club so that means they were alone.
Jamika and Tamara walked by the cars laughing hysterically and yet they didn't say anything funny.
"Girrl that party was off the chain!" Tamara spoke while laughing at the same time.
"First thing girl, that wasn't a party, it was a club. And speaking of, "Off the chain", not quite."
"Damn girl, why you always bugg'in every time we go out to have a good time? You know what? You need a man and bad."
"Girl you know I don't need a man. I'm better off by myself."
Tamara chuckled. "And that's the problem."
Jamika just rolled her eyes and shook her head in disagreement. "Come on girl; let's get you home before you pass out."
"Shiiit bitch I can hold my liquor better than anybody. Even better than you!"
Jamika didn't want to continue playfully arguing about who was drunker than who. She just wanted to get the both of them in Tamara's car before something bad happens.
They finally made it and Tamara was too drunk to drive, so she gave Jamika her keys to put in the keyhole. As she tried to put the key inside, it slipped out of her fingers and fell to the ground.
"Damn girl, you a clumsy bitch!" Tamara said laughing.
"Shut up you drunk whore!" Jamika shot back playfully.
As Jamika rose up to put the key in the keyhole again, she felt something strong grab her shoulders and force her up against the car hard. Jamika thought the scream came from her, but when she turned to see what happened to Tamara, she saw a big, bald, black man wearing black sweat shirt and sagging pants. A thug she recognized all too well. T-Bone! With his big, tree trunk arms, he wrapped them around Tamara like two anacondas squeezing their meal to death so it could feed. Tamara tried to escape. She kicked, struggled to move, even yelled. With his plumped black hand, T-Bone covered her mouth to drown out the screams. All her best friend could do was scream into the hand which sounded like quiet humming.
Whoever held Jamika in place turned her around to reveal his identity.
"You thought this was the last time me and you were gonna meet, huh bitch?" Black asked balefully. He put his forearm up against her throat so tight Jamika couldn't scream. She could only look into the face of evil as she was held in place. "So you think you black, stuck up, bitches can leave my place of business disrespecting Black and get away with it?" He released his forearm and instead gripped her shirt and gave her a strong back hand across her cheek knocking Jamika to the ground.
"Yo man, I thought we were just going to scare them?" T-Bone asked having a deep feeling that Black's whole plan was about to take a turn for the worst.
"Man stop crying like a bitch and hold that loud mouth while I work on this one!" Black ordered. He turned back to the down Jamika. Just seeing the once strong and unpenetribal black woman, now looking weak and defenseless excited Black. It was like looking at a before and after picture. Just watching the fear in Jamika's eyes gave him a hard on. "You know what I'm going to do too you bitch? I'm gonna smack you around a few times just for disrespecting me and my man there or until you get the message that I'm the man and the only man for you. After I get tired of you, I'm going to do the same thing to your little girlfriend over there. And after that, both of you stuck up hoes are going to be work'in the corner for me. And the boys are gonna love the both of you." Black dug into his pocket and took out a switchblade and pressed it hard against Jamika's soft cheek. "But before they do, I'm gonna fuck that tight ass first! What'll you say T-Bone, you think we should try them out, loosen them up a little before they get to work?"
T-Bone still held Tamara in his arm and covered her mouth with his thick hand to prevent her from screaming. Tamara tried to break free, but there was no use. T-Bone was way too thick and way too strong. But T-Bone was having second doubts about Black's plan. It was one thing to trick young girls fresh out of highschool. They were easy and desperate. This was different. These weren't young, naïve, high schoolers looking to make some cash just to get into college. These were strong, independent, black women. Women that could fight back if they found a way. Both Black and T-Bone would get years if these bitches somehow escaped and went to the police. Which meant one thing. And if it came to that, Black did not pay him enough to stick around to help.
"Stay still hoe," Black threatened, "trust me, it will hurt a lot less." With the switchblade pressed against Jamika's soft cheek, Black reached down to unbutton and unzip her denim pants. With all his strength, Black forced her pants and underwear down enough to know he could fit the rest of himself inside her. Black raped a woman who crossed him before. The first stuck up bitch before Jamika. Teaching that hoe a lesson gave him an erection he never knew could be possible. Black lifted up his shirt with a baleful smile, knowing that Jamika's demise was close at hand. "Ready for this baby?" He asked looking down between her thighs. Black rose up his face twisted in disgust. Then looked up at Jamika who was scared but then confused. "Damn bitch," Black cried, "what the fuck?!"
"What," T-Bone asked still holding onto Tamara, "what's up Black?"
Before Black could explain he heard a loud, "Oof", from behind. When he turned around to see what happened, his eyes widened in shock.
Dogma stood beside a car as he watched the whole thing. One big, bulky size, man was holding a skinny black woman in his arms. He heard the scream once, but he didn't hear it again. Either someone died or the poor girl's mouth was closed shut by the big man's hand. Further down he saw another man, probably his partner in crime, also wearing all black. He was next to a car and he was on top of somebody. Probably another helpless woman. The two must be best friends coming out of the club when the two thugs snatched them in the dark. An act that is common among the stereotypical black thugs in the hood. Though Dogma felt it was none of his business to interfere in human affairs, something deep inside his soul kept picking at him to do something. But he had to be smart. Going up there all commando against two strong thugs was not a wise thing to do. Instead, he did the sensible thing. He followed the rules of the hunt related to the animal kingdom.
T-Bone watched nervously while holding on to the struggling Tamara. If he didn't understand why she was struggling in his arms, he could have turned her around and bitch slap her to shut the hell up just like Black did her friend. Instead he just held her in place making her watch as her girlfriend was about to be beaten and violated at the same time.
Suddenly T-Bone felt a strong tap on his shoulder making him turn around. Before he could react there was a strong punch to his face making him see stars. Trying to tend to his pain, he let Tamara go. Shaking the stars away from his face, T-Bone looked up to see who was foolish enough to even dare lay a hand on him. There standing in front of him was a tall, but gothic looking figure, all dressed in a cloak that was dark as the clothes him and Black were wearing. But his face was hidden by a golden mask that looked like the shape of a dog.
T-Bone has heard stories about people like them. Weird, satanic, golden masked animal wearing creeps who walk down the streets acting like they scaring somebody. He never knew he would see one in this part of town.
Finally recovering from the firing, but embarrassing punch, T-Bone stood tall and proud ready to return the favor. "Look you Marilyn Manson lov'in creep mothafucka. I don't know if you dressed like that to impress somebody or look cool, but you just made the biggest mistake in your entire life."
The man with the golden dog mask tilt his head to the side as if it misunderstood what T-Bone said. T-Bone didn't know what the man was thinking while wearing the mask and didn't care. He already had the whole fight scene planned out before they got into it. T-Bone was big and strong enough to grab the creep and lift his gothic ass off the ground and slam him so hard it would feel like he was paralyzed from the waist down. Grab his cloak or neck (If he could) to hold him steady and rip the mask from his face to see who the bitch really is. Recognize him or not, T-Bone was going to beat him so bad, he would have to be wearing a mask for sure.
Without wasting anytime, T-Bone charged at the tall, dog masked, person ready to throw his first punch. But the dog masked figure leaned to the side dodging his heavy punch. Not letting the miss get to him, T-Bone threw another punch at the dog mask. The mask person leaned to the other side dodging another punch. T-Bone threw a few more punches, but every time he felt hopeful it was another miss. T-Bone may not be experienced in cardiovascular activity, but when it came to beaten some mothafucka's ass he never quit. But the masked person came back with a punch to T-Bone's gut. T-Bone felt it, but was unfazed. He continued striking the mask creep until he hit something. But the mask dog started blocking two of T-Bone's strikes with his strong arms and returned with another strike to the stomach and a right hook to T-Bones cheek. Then he uppercutted him in the face. T-Bone thought that sneak attack was going to be the last pain he would ever feel. How embarrassingly wrong he felt when he was struck three times in the gut, right cheek, and chin. T-Bone backed up a little to shake the dizziness from his eyes and tried to recover. He looked up at the mask vigilante standing there as if waiting for his next move. Was this nigga a professional boxer or something? Angry and embarrassed, T-Bone charged at him again confident that their second round was not going to be like the last.
