Out of the Dark

Not many people crossed under the Gowanus Expressway by foot, especially after dark. Even the police stayed away.Abigail pulled the hood of her raincoat forward and tightened the strings as she walked down the center of the empty sidewalk. Her heels clicked against the cement, echoing like a beacon to all the creatures hidden inside the abandoned warehouses.

"Hey pretty lady!" A voice called, and then whistled.

"Mama-sita" said a deeper voice.

She hugged her purse and quickened her pace.

The wet sidewalks reflected amber light from the streetlamps. A large brown rat darted out from underneath a parked car and crossed her path. Abigail jumped back and gasped- catching the scream before it escaped her lips. The rat disappeared into the darkness.

She crossed against the light. It dripped a long, green glow into the asphalt.

Someone whistled.

"Where you going pretty lady?" the man called out."Why you leaving us so soon?"

She looked around. She tightened one hand into a fist around the strap of her purse while she slipped the other into her pocket and gripped the steel within.

Abigail turned the corner and found herself face-to-face with a large man in a trench coat and black baseball hat. Shadows hid his features.

"Not so fast," he whispered.

A second man emerged from a doorway behind her but she could not turn around to see him. This new offender ran his finger along her shoulder. She flinched. A sinister smile formed upon the first man’s lips.

"The party is just starting," the second one said.He slid his hand along her waist, felt the curve of her ass, and squeezed.

Abigail tried to jerk her body back, but he wrapped his arms around her torso. Her eyes locked into the first man’s gaze.

"Don't touch me!" Abigail's determination cracked along with her voice.

One tear rolled down her cheek, and then another.

Her captor whispered into her ear. "You are one fine-looking lady."

His body pressed into her back. She smelled cheap booze and cigarettes on his breath and felt his arousal pressing into her thigh.

He took a deep breath through his nose. "Mmm, and you smell good too."

She struggled, but he held her in place. The man with the trench coat watched, never blinking. He leaned forward. She shut her eyes, winced,and turned her head to one side. He licked the tear from her cheek with a long,slow stroke.

"Come, now," he said to the other man.

Abigail’s captor covered her mouth. He pulled her into the building while the trench coat wearer slammed the door behind them. A bang reverberated through the dark.

The second man leaned her up against the wall, keeping his hand over her mouth. Abigail’s eyes widened. She tried to shake her head against his grip.

"Just like a young filly," said the first man through a thick accent. He leaned in close. "You know what they do with fillies?"

She shook her head again—not so much in response as protest.

"Break-them-in.”

While the other still held her, this first man reached out and squeezed her breast. She tried to scream through his grip.

Her eyes narrowed and brows creased as she slipped her handout of her coat pocket and clicked off the safety of her gun. They did not see it.

She pushed the metal into the second man's stomach and squeezed the trigger. The fiery blast ruptured the air inside the warehouse.His grip relaxed and he fell. She felt the wet blood spray all over her coat, legs and shoes. Abigail re-cocked the hammer of gun and aimed into the  other man's face.

"Now-now—" He lifted his hands and stepped back.

She shot him before he finished his sentence. He dropped to the floor. Abigail’s hands shook as she flicked the safety back onto the gun.

"Fuck you." She screamed. She put it back into her pocket, spat on the floor, and returned to the street. Her heels clicked against the sidewalk.



©Copyright 2010. Deborah Szajngarten.  All Rights Reserved




Posted by Debs2 at 2/9/2010 8:38 AM
Categories: Blog and e-publishing, Short Stories, #FridayFlash, #FlashFiction
Tags: Brooklyn drama New York horror Writing Short Stories Suspense gritty Fiction Thriller
 

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  • 2/12/2010 10:15 PM uberVU - social comments wrote:
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