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Wednesday hated working. She didn’t even need to work with her father's money coming in every month but if she didn’t keep herself occupied she’d start feeling homicidal. Again .
The promise she made, to no one in particular, was that she would try to fit into modern society for her own sanity, and follow the rules of it too, at the least avoiding the more serious of crimes to ensure her continued freedom.
The modern world didn’t like her brand of retribution, well that’s what the last judge said anyway. She didn’t mind being incarcerated as such, the last time was bearable but everyone in the prisons she was locked up in were just stupid idiots who got caught. At least she had done something serious . She was hoping she would meet like minded individuals but they were all so dumb. Being without her knives was the worst part of the experience, but temporary replacements were quickly made in most prisons anyway if she needed them. She could have broken out easily but thankfully the sentence was reasonably short so she decided to wait it out, to try and fit in and show she had “adjusted” herself and was no longer a danger to anyone else. If anything, she was more of a danger as she was so bored when she was finally released.
She found herself a job to keep her busy, but jobs meant she had to interact with people, which sucked. At least the library she worked in was quiet and she could spend most of her time reading. The city she lived in was full of people just craving to be wage slaves, with no personality, working all week just to get drunk on a Friday night then spend the rest of the weekend recovering just to repeat the process until they died. How quaint…..
Wednesday spent her spare time doing more productive tasks. Reading, writing, a bit of construction on her new house and a special side hustle of being a violent street vigilante. But that was mostly just for fun.
Being small in stature could have made her a target when she roamed the streets at night but mostly she could hide in the shadows, an all black outfit making it easier to blend into the night, so she wasn’t bothered too often. It was a grave mistake to assume she was unable to protect herself, as her outward appearance might make strangers believe. And the emphasis was on the word grave.
Wednesday had a mission. To protect females on the streets from attack, harassment or even just simple plain misogyny. If she overheard a man putting his girlfriend down as they walked out of a club or into a restaurant he would be given a punch to the face, enough to knock them down, then a warning given to change their attitudes. More serious harassment, for example a couple of girls being followed by a group of guys trying to hook up even though the girls weren’t interested, would result in a severe beating, including broken bones, tearing ligaments, maybe some minor permanent damage.
The most severe punishments would be for actual physical attack. Pushing around, groping would attract a light stabbing, but not fatal. Anything more serious would attract multiple stab wounds, limb removal, genital removal or eyes being gouged out. A full on sexual assault would mean prolonged torture back at her safe house, the assailant only being allowed to live if their begging Wednesday deemed enough for them to be able to cling onto life.
It was a normal boring summer evening when everything changed. She had gone out later than normal due to the shorter nights, preferring to spend a bit longer doing the roofing on her house while the weather was good. As midnight approached she hadn’t had to intervene in any situation which was fairly normal, the real action generally occurring after the nightclubs closed. She stopped for a smoke break in a dark alley at the side of one of the more popular clubs, pulling one of her favourite cigars out of a pocket humidor as she sat down on a old broken sofa next to the dumpsters. She was about to stroke a match to light it when an emergency exit nearby burst open and a woman staggered out into the alley, less than ten feet away from her. The woman was quickly followed by a tall muscular guy who advanced towards her.
Wednesday was fair, she always waited to give the male a chance to make things right before he was called into the Court Of Wednesday. On this occasion it was clear that he was not going to make anything right.
The girl was dressed in pink stilettos, with sparkly tights and short pink leather skirt. She had a pink tank top on and a ridiculous fluffy rainbow coloured jacket in her hand. Wednesday had never seen so much pink on a woman in her life, and even though the explosion of colour made her feel slightly nauseous she couldn’t help but be impressed with the woman's dedication to wearing what she did.
“Enid, you’re being stupid, I wasn’t hooking up with that girl, just come here now and stop being a bitch.”
The man grabbed the woman's arm. This was Wednesday's trigger for intervention, jumping up quickly to break them apart and meet out some punishment. To the couple it must have seemed she came out of nowhere and they both snapped their attention to Wednesday before she spoke, too stunned to move any further.
“You gonna pay for that disrespect you fucking jerk…..” started Wednesday, one of her smaller knives already in the palm of her hand. She was just about to strike when a pale arm holding a fluffy jacket pushed her easily to one side.
“It's ok sweetie, I got this.”
Wednesday stepped back a couple of steps and watched in amazement as the woman - Enid - shoved the man backwards into the wall so his head bounced against the rough stonework. Temporarily stunned Enid kicked him in his crotch which folded him immediately to the floor. She bent over him and punched him in the face with a force Wednesday was confused about - how did such a delicate girl manage to throw a punch so hard? What was more surprising to Wednesday was the fact that Enid kept punching him as he was down on the ground, with both fists, until he passed out, his nose clearly broken, and possible a cheekbone too, blood oozing out of several cuts on his face - presumably from the multiple rings on her long fingers.
What the fuck just happened? she wondered as the fluffy pink girl pulled herself upright and turned round to face Wednesday.
"You ok sweetie?" Enid asked.
Wednesday, for the first time in her life, was too stunned to speak......
