I, Elizabeth Lemmings, leader of both the infamous dangerous gang corrisa cross-lines, and a feared prestigious mafia boss at nineteen years of age, successor of my mother in mafia linage, with a death count of eight hundred men and two women, the most feared Nigerian and overall woman known in both Britain and America; walk stealthily, calculating the minutes it would take to claim my prey; A drunken man, who'd probably not know the difference between a car and a light pole if it ran him down, which would probably happen soon, as long as it was Coventry that was in discussion.
Hopefully I would get to him first.
Unluckily for him.
For it would be better to be crushed and die by a car than having to live without your prize possession wouldn't it?
And to that man his manhood was going to be the cause for his demise.
To pass the time, while I hunt, let me tell you a bit about myself that hasn't been said.
My full name is Elizabeth Lemmings Nkemdirim.
The reason for my English middle name is simple;My mom's latest torture method back then were with lemons, so as you can guess I was Elizabeth Lemons Nkemdirim. But my stupid abusive father changed it to Lemmings. The reason I am Elizabeth Lemmings isn't because of I am disgraced of the name Nkemdirim, but because It was the only thing I could do to hide, to run away. Lemmings is the part of me that remained after that night...
I was born on the first day of August, the day my mother successfully killed my abusive father, while pregnant if I may add.
I'm sure I was so proud, watching from the deepest corners of her womb as she butchered him. I was her reward, coming out when the bad man was gone.
Everything was perfect after that, until my mother fell in love.
He was a regular Indian man, a fledgling in the mafia society, and my mother took him in, in more ways than expected, and the next minute they were marrying, and the next after that I had a brother.
As the only one that saw through the man's facade, I warned my mother, but she did not listen, but was still conscious and slightly guarded most times due to my warnings.
She trusted me, but not enough. Until she caught him.
After failing in his attempt to kill her, his last option was to beg.
I told her to kill him, but of course blinded by love without even knowing it, she let him go after some torture.
He left with one leg and no confirmation that he was a man; you can guess what I mean.
But like I expected, her actions came back to bite us in the ass.
I was twelve then, the first time I killed a full-fledged mafia man.
Her ex-husband, Arjun grew into a powerful mafia Lord and came back with a prosthetic leg and nothing but fury.
My mother fought all she could, but they overwhelmed her, killing all her army, only she, my uncle, my brother and I remained.
In thirty minutes my eight year old brother was killed, my uncle fled, and I, was about to be slaughtered, my neck already tips from her furious ex-husband's blade.
But thankfully, she snapped.
One fifty men died by mother's blade that night, but in her mad attempt to save me she had snapped her ankle, and the men remaining, successfully cornered her, one dying in the process.
There was no hope for us then, uncle gone, men dead, my mom cornered, and I without my blade.
Arjun had won.
I had given up then, about to be killed when I heard the gunshot.
I was immediately let go, Arjun clutching his arm in pain.
My Uncle was the source of the noise, gun in hand, gesturing for me to stay behind him.
Arjun's men made a mistake, turning thier attention to their leader, and my mother took that opportunity.
In minutes only five men remained, Arjun making it six.
Things were looking good for us then, but then something I still do not understand happened.
"Go"
My mother had said, her voice strained and croaked, tears forming in her eyes.
To think the sick bastard had that effect on her made me despise the idea of love even more.
And what was more surprising was my uncle's understanding nod.
He turned towards me, with a smile that didn't not reach his eyes and spoke; "We need to go Elizabeth..now"
I do not remember what happened, but I remember my uncle carrying me firmly on his shoulders as I walked and pounded at his back, each pound pealing my hands due to the force.
Later on I and my uncle returned to the scene, and both my mother and the man were dead, knife scars all over their body.
Not only that but there were pieces of their skin all over, some parts of their body no longer attached and some not even spotted on the scene.
I had found a strange black price of what seemed to be blackish brown skin that definitely wasn't from my mom and called my uncle.
I left immediately after that.
I still do not know what really happened that night my uncle fled.
But I have a lot of theories.
A voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Hey baby, you're pretty, what do you say we find a place to stay huh?"
I look at the man in front of me with nothing but disgust.
He doesn't realize who I am, well it was understandable since he probably couldn't see straight as he was clearly clueless and reeking of booze.
I look over his shoulder to see a terrified girl clutching her thighs and then I realize, she is the victim, the girl who called.
Which meant he was the man I was looking for.
My prey had stumbled into my hands.
I can't help but smile.
He seems to notice where I'm looking and flashes me a toothy grin, sporting several gaps where teeth are supposed to be.
He speaks;
"Ok you caught me, I was kinda looking for a threesome y'know"
He stumbles lazily into me, but I shove him to the wall agressively.
"If you touch me, I kill you"
I warn. Looking down at him.
That's when his demeanor changes and the knife appears.
Typical men, when charm fails violence is right at the corner.
"You're being rude little girl"
He threatens, clutching the knife tightly.
I smirk within me and pretend to look scared.
"What do you w-want"
I fake stutter and see him smile sickly.
Disgusting.
"Follow me doll"
He says, smacking my ass.
I want to barf, but decide against it, letting him lead me to a secluded alley, where I could dispose of him.
Immediately we reach, he is popping my buttons, ready to do his work, the girl behind looking in fear and confusion.
I smirk at her cluelessness and pretend to quiver when the man's filthy hand touches my skin.
"I'm going to make sure she won't be able to walk when I'm done with her"
He says, probably inwardly, but I hear it and the girl hears it too, considering the disgust of her face.
That's when I decide I've had enough and knee him in the groin. He stumbles backwards, clutching his pride and I smirk taking two steps towards him. I see the flash of the knife and smile even wider.
This would be fun.
In minutes I had him pinned to the ground his knife now in my fingers and my knee digging into his throat.
The girl stood behind me and I hear him mutter what sounded like a curse as he realizes who I am.
"You bitch....
He begins, the words focused on the girl.
...you were the one that called her weren't you?! I'm going to kill you you little rascal!-Arghh!!!...
I get tired of hearing him and twist his arm until it snaps falling limply at his side.
"Listen bastard look what's gonna happen, you're going to shut up, watch your little manhood fall to the floor, scream, and never even look at a girl ever again"
I say through gritted teeth, irritated at the time I had wasted with this maggot.
He spits at me, his face contorted in both anger and pain.
"Never you stupid-
I shove my knife directly into his hole, blood immediately soaking his trousers.
It takes two seconds but he finally screams, satisfying me.
"I will kill all of you! I will survive and punish all you women! I would make your life a living hell! All you bitches will die!-
I drag my knife out and plunge it into his throat. Irritably using his limp fingers to wipe his spit off my hair.
"You should have just shut up"
I mutter to his twitching body, dragging my knife out.
The girl slowly backs away when I rise, and I raise an eyebrow questioningly, turning to face her.
She yelps, jerking but does not inch back.
I smile at her cuteness and walk over to her, ruffling her hair. Judging by size, she should be fourteen or fifteen.
Yet the sicko dared to target her.
I offer her the knife in one hand and ten hundred dollar bills in the other; Her safety or her food, join my mafia or take the money.
Most girls I save pick the money foolishly.
She knows what I meant and surprisingly her hand inches towards the knife.
I smile when she grasps the handle and pull her into a hug.
She jerks at my sudden movement, awkwardly, tentatively hugging me back.
I smile at this and with my hand over her shoulders we walk out of the alley.
I'm Elizabeth Lemmings, the huntress of all abusive men.
They better watch their back, and never forget me.
For I am their biggest nightmare.