Beating The Shit Out Of A Cop With His Own Nightstick Is NOT How My Saturday Nights Normally Go

When I smashed the cop’s nightstick into his nuts, a little part of my brain was asking if this was going to become a regular thing.  It’s amazing the weird things that pop into your head when you’re in the middle of an incredibly intense situation like beating the shit out of a dirtbag cop.

Not that beating the shit out of cops is something I do on a regular basis or anything.  I guess it just seemed like my week was going from crazy to full on nuts, and maybe this was my brain’s way of dealing with it.

Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night at the bar had gone pretty much like Wednesday night, minus the part about me setting a guy’s balls on fire with a Flaming Blue Jesus, so pretty much the usual. 

Tips were better each night, which is pretty routine as the closer you get to Saturday, the busier the bar gets and the better the take.  Saturday is of course the best night of the week as it’s the busiest, and when I left after closing time, my purse was full of cash from the night’s tips. 

I had started to walk up the street to the next intersection because all the cabs had already left the area out front of the bar.  They always fill up fast after last call which is followed by a steady stream of drinkers exiting the bar and needing a ride home.

The sound of a cry for help stopped me in tracks as I was passing the alley.  It was dimly lit, and I couldn’t see much, but the cry came again, slightly louder this time, and I took a few steps into the narrow darkness. 

In hindsight, I guess it was kinda stupid of me.  I mean, who knows what I could’ve walked into down there, but I guess it was the fact that the cry for help sounded like it was coming from a girl that made me act.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the alley, I could make out the outlines of two people.  One was being pushed up against the wall by the other, and as I drew closer, I could see she was a young girl, maybe 16 or 17 at most. 

And the guy pinning her up against the wall was a cop!

The cries had stopped as he had his hand over her mouth.  His other hand was between her legs, and it sure didn’t look like any standard procedure for a police search that I’d seen.  The girl’s eyes looked terrified, and my anger started to burn red hot as I realized what this dirtbag was doing. 

I think that’s about when her eyes locked on mine.  The terror flashed to hope when she saw me, but he must’ve seen it too because he turned his head and looked at me as I drew closer.

“This doesn’t concern you,” he growled.  “Police business.  Leave.”

“Yeah,” I replied.  “Sure looks like police business to me.  Why don’t you take your hands off her, and maybe I’ll pretend I never saw you.”

“I said this doesn’t concern you,” he growled again, his voice louder this time and more menacing.

“Well, I think I just made it my concern,” I said, the anger in me giving rise to an edge in my own voice.

“Now that’s not very smart,” he replied, taking his hands off the girl and turning to face me.  “You  just bought yourself a whole world of hurt.”

I stood my ground as he stepped towards me, pulling his nightstick from his belt as he did so. 
Time seemed to slow down, and I became intensely aware of every muscle in my body tensing  as he brought up the nightstick and started to swing.

His attack was clumsy, his body telescoping his swing so that I could see it coming a mile away.  I stepped inside of his swing and slammed the palm of my hand up into his chin before he knew what hit him. 

The look of shock on his face was followed by one of pain as his body brought his brain up to speed with what had happened.  I locked his arm in a joint lock and took the nightstick from his hand before stepping out and under in one fluid movement. 

Rather than maintain the lock on his arm and force him to the ground, I let the momentum of his swing propel him face first into the wall of the alley where his face hit the brick with a satisfying thwack. While it had all seemed to happen in slow motion, in reality, the whole thing had happened in less than a couple of seconds. 

When he hit the wall, the girl moved away from where he’d been holding her against the wall, backing up and putting me between her and him.  I stood my ground, my eyes watching as he turned to face me again.  His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me, his left hand wiping a stream of blood away from his mouth, but it was his right hand that I was watching intently as he reached for the gun on his belt at the same time. 

“You’re going to pay for that bitch!” he growled as his fingers closed around the gun.

I didn’t reply as I swung around in a full roundhouse, the nightstick extending from my arm as it connected with the side of his head.  The snapkick to his solar plexus followed a split second later, although it probably wasn’t necessary as I think he was already unconscious before it drove him backwards and smashed his head against the wall for the second time. 

I kicked his gun away from him as he collapsed to the ground and turned behind me to look at the girl. 

“Are you alright?” I asked. 

She just nodded as she stood there staring at me, a look of awe on her face as her eyes strayed over to the pile of cop on the ground and then back to me. 

“How did you do that?” she asked.

“Oh,” I replied, glancing over at the dirtbag cop on the ground, “I’ve taken a few self-defence courses.”

The girl stared at me for a moment, looking as if she wasn’t buying my answer, and then she just nodded her head, having either decided to accept my answer or just let it go.

“Come on,” I said.  “It’s probably best if we don’t hang around here.  I think he’s going to be out for a while, but we should we go.”

The girl nodded again and followed me as I turned and started walking out of the alley. 

“So, you got a name?” I asked her.

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” she replied.  “It’s Kristy.”

“Hi Kristy, nice to meet you,” I said.

“Me too,” she replied.  “REALLY nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I smiled.  “So, what happened back there?”

Kristy was quiet for a moment as we continued to walk, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to go over it again in her head. 

“My friend Pauline and I were smoking a joint in the alley when that cop showed up.  At first we thought we going to get busted for the joint, and then he said he didn’t have to write us up, that maybe there was another way we could make it up to him.”

I glanced over at Kristy and saw she was shivering slightly as we walked.  It wasn’t cold out, so I figured the memory of what had happened, and more likely, what almost did, was giving her a chill. 

“That’s when Pauline bolted.  I tried to run to, but he grabbed me before I could get past him.  I yelled for Pauline, but she just kept going.”
Kristy paused, and I was about to comment that Pauline must be some friend, but I bit my tongue.  There was a time when I might have done the same thing.

“That’s when he pulled me in close and tried to kiss me,” Kristy continued.  “I managed to pull free and smack him, but then he grabbed me again and pushed me up against the wall, pinning my arms together with one hand while he ran his other hand up between my legs.”

I could see Kristy shiver more violently as she paused again, and frankly, I couldn’t blame her.  The whole thing must’ve been terrifying for her.

“He whispered in my ear that we could either do this the easy way or the hard way, that it was up to me.  He said either way was fine with him.  He started rubbing his hand harder against me between my legs, and then that’s when you showed up, thank God.”

I looked over at Kristy again as we walked.  Me and God weren’t exactly on the speaking terms and hand’t been for a long time. 

“I’m not sure God had much to with me showing up, but I’m glad I was able to help you.”

We walked up to the next intersection together where a cab had just pulled over.  “Need a lift?” I asked?

“I don’t have any money,” Kristy said, looking kinda fearfully at me as if she was scared I was going to get in the cab and leave her standing there alone. 

“Don’t worry about it,” I said.  “It’s on me.”

We didn’t talk much in the cab.  When we arrived at her building, she thanked me again as she got out, and then she turned and leaned back into the cab and wrapped her arms around me in  a big hug.  There were tears in her eyes as she thanked me again. 

I didn’t say anything as I hugged her back.  When she let go, I brushed my finger across her cheek and wiped away a stream of tears.  She smiled at me for moment before turning and running to her door. 

I watched from the cab as she unlocked the door and went inside, watched as it closed behind her, and wiped a tear from my own eye as the cab pulled away.