Justice Pipe: A Vignette

 "Come 'ere, baby. I'm in love with you! Why you walkin' away?"

Steps quicken behind me and I match the pace, splashing through a puddle in my heels, dousing my bare legs in rain water.

"Where you going, sweet heart?"

He's closer now, too close. Time to run!

"Hey! You runnin' away from me?!"

Gotta run! Gotta hide! Gotta breath! The alley up ahead! Safety up ahead.

Ducking around the corner, I see the lead pipe drawn, ready, prepared at hearing the sounds of the chase that ran ahead of me down the road.

A shadow nears the alley way. "Oh I got you now, you little slut!"

A leering face, a step, perplexed, afraid, then...

*Whistle... crack!
*Whistle... Smack!
*Whistle... Thack! Shuck
*Whistle... shoop!

With each occurance, the sound became less recognizable as a blow from a length of pipe into a human skull, transformed into the sopping dull impact of tenderizing wet meat. In the alley light, one could just make out the word "JUSTICE" printed in red block text down its length stretched out from the hand of a masked denizen of these crime filled streets.

"One more notch for the pipe", it growled, drawing a knife and carving a mark on its tool; one in a series of many; then holstering the pipe again before disappearing into the darkness with me in tow.

We'll get another one before morning