Someone covered Kay's mouth and drug her away kicking and flailing her arms wildly. A second man pulled off her helmet and smiled at her. A haunting smile, an evil smile...the wicked smile only nightmares could produce. Kay aimed her punches once she gained her wind back and caught one of the men square in the right eye. When she swung again with more power, he was ready and caught her arm. She heard a sickening crack when he bent her wrist to the side, splitting the bone. Kay closed her eyes, picturing Cody her husband, when she found it futile to try and scream from behind the first man's hand.
Seth did try to follow his friend, his confidante, his partner, but he failed and he was pulled into the violent crowd himself.
The dragging stopped. Kay was dizzy from pain, but she was positive she wasn't being pulled by the man anymore. Despite her drowsiness though, Kay did feel her head bounce off of the pavement of the street as she was dropped, none to gently. She did try to get up, but like many of her defenses, it was futile. A third man joined the original two. He pinned Kay's shoulders down to the ground, digging his knees into her collar bones. Through blurry eyes Kay saw the fiery hate in the men's eyes grow. With a new inspiration, and a new goal get the hell away from here, she grunted and kicked wildly at the men watching her. The first man grabbed her feet, dodging them as best he could, and sat on them, his knees pressed down on her ankles. The second man, the only one yet to be occupied with any restraining, leaned over Kay and pulled the unused canisters of mace from her vest. He worked the top from one of the canisters and kneeled beside Kay. The man at her shoulders put his hands on either side of her face, holding her head still.
Kay closed her eyes and took a deep breath, wishing she were somewhere else. She focused on the pain shooting up her left arm, and hoped that in all the heavens, an angel would just let her pass out.
The second man forced his fingers in between Kay's sealed lips and pried her mouth open. He poured the contents of the canister in his hand into her mouth, aiming for her throat. Kay gagged and gasped for breath. Wrong move Kay, wrong move. He pushed her mouth shut before she could spit the mace at him and he held her mouth that way. Let me pass out, let me pass out. *Oh God! PLEASE!*
Most of the mace took a simple path down her throat and little went to her lungs, despite her gasps for air. Kay's eyes began to water. Her nose started to bleed, two red streams flowing down either cheek. She stopped moving, she couldn't move anymore. The second man felt her body go limp, and watched her half lidded eyes as he uncovered her mouth. Kay gasped for air reflexively, then tried to yell for help. The sounds got caught in her flaming throat. Tears mixed with her pooling blood on the ground.
The men got up from the ground. *Great, they let go and I can't move! Oh God.* She moaned her last thoughts out loud. The first and third man stepped back, attentively watching number two. The second man took Kay's jacket and vest off of her and threw them aside. He kneeled down on both knees near her head. He gently hooked her loose hair behind her ears. *Sirens, the sirens are closer, let them get here, please!* Her mind was detaching from her physical self, she was only thinking, half deliriously, half aware, unable to fight what was happening. She was finally going into shock.
Number two slowly took the layers of clothing from Kay's body, and proceeded to take her weapons belt from her waist.
A woman from the crowd backed into the second man. He changed his attention from Kay's shuddering form. He swung around and landed a hard right punch on the unfortunate woman's jaw.
The second man turned back to Kay. He took her shirt off. Kay was cold with shock, but a new sensation ripped through her as her bare back touched the scorching pavement. The hot tar created an unbelievable sensation. Her skin was burning, it seemed like it was melting into a pool of flesh around her.
Five minutes later the Washington D.C. Police backups arrived, only twenty minutes after the riot had begun. They pushed the mob back, and a majority of the crowd dispersed through the area, running past other buildings, down the streets, and into cars.
The first and the third man fled.
Number two finished what he was doing and stood to leave, hesitating for a moment, and grabbed a couple of glass bottles from a startled rioter. When the mans back was turned Kay saw her chance, no matter how weak, or dizzy, or light headed, she could at least try. She tried getting up hastily, peeling her back off of the pavement, leaving small patches of skin on the ground. Too Late. The man threw one of the bottles in her direction, barely missing her. The bottle broke where she had been lying. He ran towards her and kicked her back down to the ground, his foot at her waist digging into her bruised ribs. Kay blacked out, her pleads were finally answered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
END OF IT'LL BE A RIOT STORY ONE
STORY TWO-WHAT I HEARD ON THE NEWS.
Note: The views reflected in this composition are not necessarily my own.