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For all life, a heart is the central area of a lifeform that gives us the reason we as a species choose to exist. It’s interesting, I know, to say that it is a choice to exist. For the most part, this is the truth of the matter. Living, loving, fucking, eating, and all the things that are involved with the life that is given to you can and will always be a choice. People are born with the proclivity for denial which seems unimportant to some. These certain some ones that assume everything and claim nothing to side with their own negativity are the ones I end up looking for. They make bad choices. The kind of choices that send a person such as myself to tend to those questionable choices they seem to make.
Take this foul-mouthed dipshit I am currently on the job for, let’s call him Ned. He decides to make it his vendetta to stiff every adult street corner performer (ok, hooker) in the great city of New Orleans that he feels the need to stick his dick in. The person of my employ has decided that this jerk off needs to be made an example of. I am ok with this as long as my moral compass is going to allow me to do what it is I need to do. In this situation, it helps that this particular breed of asshole is a special kind of stupid and the world will be a much better place without his horrible decision making interrupting the flow of things.
I watch as this unfortunate man enters the ally alongside an over 200 year old brick home nestled tightly on Dauphine between Ursulines and Governor Nichols in the storied area known as the French Quarter. The smell in the air at this time of the day, or early morning depending how you observe it, is a mix of balmy and palatable Gulf of Mexico flavor with a twist of Bourbon street alcohol and piss. He manages to force his way through a fence leading into a lavish and very well appointed courtyard, a prominent required staple within the building properties in the Quarter.
I continue to marvel at witnessing these impressively dimwitted sloth as I am becoming aware of what he is trying to accomplish. It is this moment as I continue to follow his path that I see a beautiful young girl, maybe between 13 - 15 years old, bikini clad, basking in the sun with ears full of the trademark white Apple earbuds and sunglasses with eyes I am almost positive are closed and oblivious to the world. Even at this time of the day the sun around these parts is close enough to the equator that it can do some serious UV damage to such delicate creamy skin. Ned can obviously detect this fashionista’s current state of bliss as he approaches her cautiously. I feel like I should care that this teenage girl is about to get fucked…and for free no less! My job is not to give two shits about what happens here. I am a Reaper not a Savior…right?
Fuck…
Damnit…
I am having this…feeling…this feeling of overwhelming empathy for a girl that I don’t know nor should I care to get to know…I think.
Shit…
In all of my pondering to let this curious emotion of fucking empathy come over me, Ned has seen fit to take the sun bathing beauty by the ankles, yanking her violently off her softly cushioned chaise and onto the hard surface of the unforgiving 18th century bricks. She screams at the shock of someone doing such a thing as her unsuspecting train of thought was obviously not ready for this. Ned proceeds to mount her even with the kicking and screaming continuing to escalate. He covers her mouth with one hand and collapses onto her tiny body pressing his full weight against her and whispers something incoherent to me as I was too far away to hear it. Whatever it was made her appear like death had overcome her and silence had come quickly.
He then releases his form off of her sun warmed body only to have a knife come glaringly out from his waistline. He draws it to her chest making the point of the blade trace along the curve of her breast and then strategically guiding it under Lucy’s string tie along the top of her bikini and slices clean through it. Ned furiously rakes the cut top off and fashions it around her tiny wrists telling her not to move or he will cut her fucking face. Now I definitely heard that…
The knife is now roaming and delicately running down past her chest then down around her taught stomach, into the string for the bikini bottoms and slices right through it. He then binds her ankles together with the suit bottom rendering her even more defenseless. The continued raping of this girl is pissing me off. Not just because this girl is simply so innocent, I just have other shit to do and this asshole is taking up way too much of my time. Should I interrupt this hate crime and get on with my methodical reaping of this fuck-tard, or do I let him finish his final hoorah. Again, this girl is no one to me except someone who’s taking up my time right now and I could just…….
FFFFUUUUCK…..ME
Am I seeing this correctly? This impotent ass is fucking this girl with his fucking knife! Each thrust of the beefy serrated 9” hunting blade is literally tearing this girl a new one! Jesus fucking Christ, this needs to end now!!!
I make a run at this sexually ineffective man with an instinctual primal need for the kill and tackle him to get him away from the screaming girl. Her blood curdling sounds echoing through the once silent courtyard. I begin to bludgeon Ned like I have never bludgeoned before. I could not stop. Over and over again I kept with his well-deserved beating. The sound of wet skin began to give way to the sound of cracking like the sound of crushing potato chips while still in that uselessly large foil bag. Knowing I was only shattering his already dead skull, I dealt a final blow and stood above him to gaze upon his now bloodied, mangled and unidentifiable head. Really kind of looks more like a shitty cut of chuck roast now more than anything. I turned to look at the girl with the thought of just disappearing until I saw what he had done to her up close and personal. I looked into her eyes and felt compelled to help this innocent creature, she didn’t deserve this. I clearly should have helped so much sooner.
I call the dedicated hard line for police only and put out the voice for emergency help. This line will always elicit a quicker response then the standard 911 call from a private citizen. While I wait to hear evidence for an A-Car approaching, I grab the beach towel the girl was using to sun with and cover her gaping wound. This bleeding needs to stop if she is going to have any hope of surviving this. Her ripped flesh that I can only summarize as what used to be her no-no parts simply because of the location of where the already blood soaked towel was guiding me. I looked her up and down to see about any other wounds when her eyes caught mine. A stillness in the air came at me, I couldn’t make any movement to break the gaze…I don’t know what it was, what the shit is wrong with me.
I finally feel as though I can finally work the nerve to look away and break from her regard until I notice her struggles to express herself when she finally whispers to me with tears expelling from her eyes and in the most sincere of voices “thank you for saving me”. My heart wept for her because of the immense damage that has been caused by her assailant.
