The Adventures of
the Jade Dragon
Episode
10
The Jade Dragon’s Defeat
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Chapter
12
Resurrection
Nails Larson spat
contemptuously at the foot of the X-shaped
cross. “That for the Jade
Dragon,” he sneered.
“Some heroine.
Didn’t even last a
day.” He turned to look
at the sobbing form of Huan Hue.
Her arms still bound behind her, the nude girl crouched in front of
the cross, a picture of abject misery.
In spite of her wretched appearance, Larson found her immensely
attractive. It was her very
helplessness that made him want her.
“Stand her up,” he
ordered. “It will be interesting
to see how long this one lasts.”
As Huan Yue was hauled
to her feet she stifled her sobs and raised her head
defiantly. Devastated by the
brutal murder of her mother, she was still the daughter of the Jade Dragon
and would not act the part of a sniveling
coward. She met Larson’s
eyes with a defiant stare.
“Still got some vinegar
in you I see,” Larson commented.
“Perhaps you’ll provide
some interesting entertainment after
all.”
Larson’s words hid
his surprise as the girl’s
resilience. He had taken her
virginity, had his men fuck her until she couldn’t stand up, and crucified
her mother. And yet she stared
at him defiantly, challenging him to do anything worse to
her. His eyes once again swept
over her exquisite body. Tall,
her full, rounded breasts emphasized the slenderness of her
waist. Her
He licked his
lips. “Take her over
there,” he said, pointing to a large wooden
table. “I’m fresh out
of crosses.”
He had added the last comment
to terrify his victim, but her reaction disappointed
him. She showed no emotion as
she was led across the room to the waiting
table. Larson made a show of
displaying the hammer and nails he intended to use on her, but to his supreme
annoyance, his naked victim turned to him and instead of showing fear, gave
in a look of such contempt that it needed no words to communicate her
message.
“You Chinese bitch,”
Larson growled. “You’ll
change your tune when I nail you to the table.”
Huan Yue was not about to go quietly, but
she had bided her time, waiting for the most opportune time to attempt to
escape. With her wrists bound
behind her, and with traces of the poison Liu had put in her tea still dampening
her powers, she was at the mercy of her
captors. But she guessed that
Larson might make the mistake of releasing her wrists when he tried to pin
her to the table.
There were only four henchmen in the room,
the man known as Craig being one of them, plus
Larson. Odds of five to one were
not very good, especially considering Huan Yue’s condition, but she
faced the same fate as her mother.
What did she have to lose by making a last minute effort to
escape?
“Untie her,” Larson ordered, “but
keep hold of her arms.”
Huan Yue tried to look a little
frightened. She had made a mistake
by facing Larson down a few minutes ago.
Now he would be less inclined to relax his
guard. The trick seemed to
work. Larson sneered at
her. “Finally realize what
you’re up against, bitch?
It’s going to be fun fucking you while you
scream.”
Hue Yue’s memory of her mother screaming
as Larson raped her after he had nailed her to the cross made her acting
more credible. She didn’t
have to try very hard to look terrified.
“Oh no,” she whimpered.
“Please don’t hurt me any
more. I’m sorry I defied
you. It was a stupid thing to
do.”
“You’re damn right it was
stupid. You’ll have a lot
of time to consider just how stupid when the nails sink into your
wrists.”
At his declaration Huan Yue let out a little
cry of fear, but she felt the bonds holding her wrists
loosen. She kept her body loose,
to deceive her captors, and then made her play as the ropes fell
away.
It would have been better if the numbness
was gone from her wrists and hands, but she didn’t have time for
that. However, there was nothing
wrong with her feet. Lashing
out she slammed the toe of her right foot into the middle of Larson’s
face.
“Agghhh!
You
fucking bitch! You broke my
nose!” Larson clutched at
his face and staggered back, blood streaming between his
fingers.
Huan Yue, however, was paying him no more
attention. There were still four
more men to deal with and two of them were holding her
arms.
She used the men holding her as a
fulcrum. Swinging her body upward
while ignoring their grip on each of her arms, she turned a complete backwards
somersault, breaking the grip of her
captors. Then she spun and using
her powerful legs, slammed her foot into the midriff of first one man and
then the other.
Three of her captors temporarily out of action,
she now faced only two including Craig, but the latter was a bit more canny
than her other opponents. Instead
of attacking her he retreated, but drew his pistol
instead. Huan Yue was forced
to dive beneath the heavy wooden table as a volley passed over
her. Craig kept shooting, however,
firing directly into the tabletop as did the man with
him.
Fortunately, the thick wood kept her safe,
but she was pinned down, unable to expose herself for fear of being
shot. It gave the thugs the chance
to recover. Several more men
charged into the room and surrounded the table, guns
drawn. Ironically it was Larson
who saved her life.
“Don’t shoot her,” he ordered,
still holding his bloody nose.
“I want her alive.
I’m going to make her wish she’d never been
born.”
Completely surrounded, there was not much
Huan Yue could do except surrender.
She came out from under the table and was immediately seized by several
of Larson’s thugs. They
held her tight, lifting her off the floor so that men could grab hold of
her legs as well as her arms. Vivid
memories of the gang rape she had been subjected to flashed through Huan
Yue’s mind as she was carried over to where Larson was holding a
handkerchief to his nose.
“You little whore,” he
raged. “I’m going to
skin you for that. Put her on
the table.”
Willing hands spread Huan Yue onto the tabletop
she had tried so hard to escape.
Her magnificent chest heaving, she lay
spread-eagled, her arms and legs pinned while Larson picked up his
hammer.
“I’m going to nail you,” Larson
growled. “First each of
your wrists. Then your
ankles. But that’s just
the start. I’m going to
peel the skin off that gorgeous body starting at the soles of your
feet. You’re going to beg
me to kill you before I’m finished.”
“Spoken like the coward you are,”
Huan Yue replied. “Go ahead
and torture me. I’m sure
that it will compensate for your lack of manhood.”
“Hold her tight,” Larson ordered,
ignoring Huan Yue’s insult.
“I think she might scream a little before I’m finished with
her.”
Huan Yue struggled to break the grip of the
men who held her, but two men pinned her right arm as Larson placed the nail,
complete with its washer in the centre of her
wrist. Then he raised the hammer
and with a grunt brought it down.
Sun Lin knew that she would return to a world
of pain and she was not disappointed.
The sudden shock of returning to life almost overwhelmed
her. She hung on the cross, her
body consumed by anguish. Her
body had settled, blood pooling in her lower extremities, and her lungs were
constricted, making every breath a
battle. The terrible pain in
her wrists was almost as nothing in
comparison. She immediately broke
into a sweat, the only sign that she was actually
alive.
No one noticed,
however. Larson and his men were
far too busy with Huan Yue, a situation that caught Sun Lin’s immediate
attention. She watched as her
daughter fought desperately to escape, her green eyes narrowing as her daughter
was lifted bodily from her feet and spread out on the table
top. It took no imagination
whatsoever to understand what was going to happen
next.
Forcing herself to relax, she called on the
resources of her body. Liu’s
poison no longer coursed through her veins; the journey to the
First she stilled the pain that paralyzed
her body. Then she put in order
the damage the crucifixion had caused, forcing her heart and other organs
to function normally, pushing the blood that had settled in her lower extremities
throughout her body. Then she
took a deep breath and tensed her
muscles.
To anyone watching it would have seemed as
if Sun Lin’s dead body suddenly came to
life. The colour returned to
her skin and her body straightened.
Any observer would not have believed what he was seeing, but
Larson’s men were occupied with Huan
Yue. As they surrounded her daughter
Sun Lin slowly pulled her arms forward, her long slender muscles swelling
with the effort and then there was a shriek of iron against wood as the seeming
impossible occurred and the nails pinning Sun Lin’s bloody wrists were
slowly wrenched free.
Anyone expecting her to crash to the floor
would have been astounded to see her hanging in the air for a few seconds
and then slowly descend to the floor; her arms still outspread in the exact
shape of her crucifixion. Sweat
streamed from her nude body, but Sun Lin focused her mind and willed the
pain away. Then slowly she bent
her arms, moved her right hand to her left wrist and pulled the nail from
her wrist. There was a spurt
of blood that instantly diminished as Sun Lin controlled her body; then she
removed the other nail.
She stood silently for a few seconds, composing
herself and gathering her strength.
Then she moved.
Larson’s raised arm had begun its swing just as Sun Lin
arrived. Her right arm shot forward,
propelling the nail she had pulled from her left wrist with deadly
accuracy. It caught Larson just
above the elbow, crippling his arm in
mid-strike. With a scream he
dropped the hammer, but his cry of pain was lost in the shouts of his men
and the blood curdling shriek that issued from Sun Lin’s
lungs.
The cry paralyzed many of Larson’s men
with fear and then it seemed that a demon landed among
them. Sun Lin’s nude body
seemed everywhere at once, moving so quickly that the few thugs who managed
to draw their guns never got a chance to use
them. She seemed instinctively
to know where the danger lay and turned her attention immediately in that
direction; and then Huan Hue joined her.
Screeching like banshees the two heroines
darted among the confused and terrified
hoodlums. To men who were used
to dealing only with opponents who could not fight back or to gunning them
down from ambush, the assault of the two heroines was
terrifying. They broke and ran;
only to find that neither of their assailants was in the mood to let any
of them escape. Attempts to crowd
through one of the two exits from the room were quickly snuffed out as one
or the other of the heroines blocked the
way. Inside of five minutes the
floor of the room was littered with the groaning and unconscious bodies of
what had been the core of Larson’s
gang.
Sun Lin stood triumphantly in the middle of
a pile of bodies, her body gleaming with
sweat. Her eyes went to Huan
Hue. Her daughter was panting
from the exertion, barely able to stand, but she too radiated
victory. She looked back at her
mother, her chest heaving and smiled.
“I knew you would come,” she said.
“Liar,” Sun Lin replied, but she
smiled as she said it. Then her
face went grim. Picking her way
through the bodies she found Larson.
The gang leader was lying still, but she was not
fooled. Reaching down she dragged
him to his feet, ignoring his yelp of
pain. The nail she had thrown
at him still protruded from his upper arm, but she jerked it out ignoring
his anguished scream.
“What are you going to do?” Larson
whimpered. “You can’t
hurt me. You’re a
heroine. You have to turn me
over to the police.”
“I’m going to show you the same
compassion you showed me,” she
answered. In spite of the fact
that he outweighed her by at least fifty pounds she dragged him across the
room like a rag doll. When Larson
noticed where they were heading he began to plead for
mercy.
“No, you can’t do
that. Please, I’ll pay you
anything you want to let me go. How
much do you want? Ten
thousand? A hundred
thousand? Name your
price. “Oh please don’t
hurt me.” He went limp,
forcing Sun Lin to drag him across the room by his
collar. It was an incredible
spectacle. Sun Lin was completely
nude and her incredible body was covered with
blood. Anyone watching would
not have been able to take his eyes off her in spite of Larson’s screams
of protest.
Reaching the base of the cross, Sun Lin ripped
Larson’s belt from his pants.
Then she forced him to his knees tore off his jacket, and ripped a
piece of material from the lining.
“I’ve heard enough of you,” she said as she stuffed
the cloth into Larson’s mouth and secured it in place with his own
belt.
“Mmmpph!” the hoodlum
protested. His eyes were white
with fear and a strong odour of urine filled the air as Sun Lin dragged him
upright.
Wide eyed, Huan Yue watched her mother force
the man who had raped and tortured over to the massive X-shaped
cross. Beneath his gag Larson
was screaming in fear. His legs
would no longer hold him and he struggled feebly in the grip of the remorseless
heroine. The Jade Dragon’s
emerald eyes were completely cold and emotionless as she grabbed Larson’s
injured right arm by the wrist and lifted him from his feet, leaving him
kicking his feet like a child. Then
she swung her right arm and drove the spike she had pulled from his arm through
his wrist.
So great was the force of her blow that the
nail was buried to its head and held in place by the same washer that had
pinned Sun Lin to the cross only a short time
before. Larson’s eyes bulged
out of his head at the pain and his scream could be clearly heard even with
the gag. But Sun Lin was not
yet finished. Retrieving the
second nail from where she had dropped it in the fight she repeated the macabre
process with his left wrist.
Huan Yue watched, her face expressionless.
She made no effort to stop her mother, but neither did she show any sign
of satisfaction at what had been done.
However, as her mother turned and walked away from the writhing villain
she turned and walked with her a gleam of approval in her sapphire
eyes.
Sun Lin went to a shelf where she had seen
her costume and that of Huan Yue and reclaimed her
belongings. Then she dressed
and left the room, looking to neither left nor right, her back straight and
tall.
“Jeezus, the place looks like a
slaughterhouse. Who the hell
could have done such a thing?”
Sergeant Murphy of the Metro City Police looked
at the young lieutenant and shook his
head. “If I didn’t
know better I would say it was one of those damned
heroines. But it is not their
style to do that to their victims.”
He motioned to the body hanging from the X-shaped
cross.
“You get anything out of the men you
questioned?”
“Not a lot that makes any
sense. They’re claiming
it was the Jade Dragon, but it’s not her
style. And there was a lot of
nonsense about killing her and then her coming back to
life.”
The lieutenant walked a bit closer to the
cross. “Nails Larson,”
he mused. “Looks like he
got a bit of his own medicine.”
“That’s what I
figured. Son-of-a-bitch probably
got what was coming to him.”
“Ugly way to die,” the lieutenant
commented. “I think I’ll
leave, sergeant. You can handle
this mess. If you need me I’ll
be out by the squad car.”
“Don’t worry, lieutenant,”
Murphy answered. “I can
look after this. You just deal
with the paperwork.”
“Choirboy,” Murphy muttered as the
lieutenant disappeared. He reached
into his coat pocket and pulled out a
flask. Taking a long swig he
wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Mess like this is likely to give a man a drinking problem,”
he muttered.
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