Abdullah’s Challenge

Chickfighter roller-blades about the city in tight pink shorts and "Free Throw Champ" t-shirt, weaving through traffic, ducking under trucks, even jumping a bus. In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud. She signed a new contract with a video game company today and is excited about becoming a game star.

The radio blaring through the earphones... the music stopping for an urgent news bulletin... "Empire City was rocked today by news that video game and wrestling star Chickfighter, one of the Danger Dolls, has had a billion dollar contract put on her head by Anarchistani warlord Poppy Abdullah... a move sure to rattle sabres between nations... unconfirmed reports suggest that every super-assassin in the city will be taking up this challenge..."

Chickfighter gasps at the news and lets a big truck graze her hip, blinking as her shorts get caught on a rough edge and torn away, leaving her zooming along in pink panties and t-shirt as she banks in front of a honking taxi, her balls of flexing ass seeming to eat the seat of her panties as they muscle through crossovers around the turn.

Your head buzzing... danger sense already in overdrive... even as you wonder where the first attack will come from... Belle will have picked up the breaking news story... but that still leaves you surrounded by killers... or are you being paranoid... a crossbow bolt suddenly zings past your left ear...

Chickfighter ducks reflexively as she hears the whistling sound... turning and going under a moving semi... as a second bolt slams into the side of the trailer directly above her fleeing bottom... grasping hold of the bottom of the truck... which seems headed her way... toward the safety of the Tower... looking back to see if she can spot the attacker... hair dancing about her face...

The attacker leaping down from a rooftop... a young extreme-sports type... on some sort of flying skateboard... with a crossbow in each hand... you groan inwardly... Kid Krossbow is probably the least strange of the assassins who'll be after you... but he needs to be taken down... he's an expert marksman with those bolts... once again taking aim at you...

Chickfighter lets go of the undercarriage of the truck... kicking up a manhole cover as she wheels to a stop... lifting it like a shield... just in time to result in a pair of thuds... two more bolts aimed at her... with a grunt and all her strength she flings the manhole cover at Kid Krossbow like a frisbee...

The Kid shooting bolts at it... but the cover too heavy to be deflected... taking him off his flying board with a crunch of ribs... and sending him careening down into the garbage... one down... heaven knows how many more to go...

Chickfighter pushes off toward the safety of the tower once more as the flashing lights of the police move in to pick up the misguided Kid... Chicky wondering if he goes to Kei's school... as her eyes probe the dark shadowed street ahead... and her flexing glutes propel her forward...

A pair of ninjas dressed in black stepping out of the shadows... one holding a wooden bo staff... slamming it in front of your path... the other larger... burlier... wielding a stone ball at the end of a length of chain... more assassins... Brother Stick and Brother Stone... a pair of dedicated martial artists and experts with their weapons...

Chickfighter instinctively crouches and jumps the bo staff... regretting it immediately... her eyes widening as the stone ball is swung while she is unable to change direction... catching her in the midsection... her slender body doubling over it with an ooph... the nippled shape of her pert breasts clear against the sweaty t-shirt... before they are flattened by her own knees... sent flying by the blow... crumpling into the alley beyond...

The two men running forward... silently... one of them aiming the end of the stick at your head... attempting to knock you unconscious... even as the other brings the stone ball in an arc aimed at your ribcage... neither of them playing around...

Chickfighter looks up from hands and knees... gasping for air... throwing herself aside as Stick and Stone's weapons mark the asphalt where she crouched... continuing to roll until she finds herself at the end of this box canyon of an alley... dragging herself up... skating back at her foes... trying to roll up the wall on one side of the alley... and fly past them...

The stone ball swung through the air... smashing at the wall as you skate past... barely missing you... even as Stick attempts to jab his titular weapon up at your midriff... and knock you right off the wall as you fly past...

Chickfighter grins as the stone ball misses... grunting as the staff doesn't... falling inside the building however... as the whole section of wall collapses as a result of the stone ball’s impact... creating a cloud of dust in the air... as she attempts to crawl away on hands and knees inside the warehouse for the Book Boutique on 14th...

The men snarling... shouting and arguing with each other as the stone ball swings again... and again... trying to knock out enough wall for them to get through... as you attempt to get some distance between you... and maybe head out the front of the Book Boutique... and nearer to the Tower...

Chickfighter picks up a couple of copies the Subtle Knife from a broken crate and gets to her feet... as the two ninjas burst through she steps between them... using the books as bracers to deflect the blows from stick and stone... as she simultaneously leaps into her own splits kick...

The thick paperbacks blocking the stick better than the massive stone... your arm badly jarred by the impact... but not broken... unlike two jaws that crack under the splits kick... sending a pair of assassins tumbling backward... crashing into displays of Anne Rice and J K Rowling... the Pullman remaining unharmed...

Chickfighter winces and shakes her arm when she lands... testing it to see if it still works... "Stick and Stone may break my bones, but words will never hurt me..." giggling at the ninjas as she rolls away out the front door of the Boutique... now less than six blocks from the Tower... looking quite a sight with all the dust caked to her sweaty body... making her easy to spot...

The Tower visible in the distance... as the hairs on the back of your neck stand up... two spinning razors arcing around the corner... heading right for your heart... you barely juke left in time for them to slash at your T-shirt instead... then turn in mid-air... coming back around towards you... razor boomerangs...

Chickfighter dances on point in her rollerblades... contorting her slender body and dodging as best as she can... the spinning razors zeroing in on her in a death spiral fashion... turning her t-shirt into mesh as they slash... pieces falling away... Chicky blowing a pink bubble with her gum... as she leans her head back... and the two razors pop the bubble... clinking… harmlessly stuck together...

The impact sending them tumbling to the street... embedding in the concrete... as the Aussie hitman Boomerazor rounds the corner... snarling as he draws another couple of his deadly razorangs... preparing to flick them towards you...

Chickfighter 's head swivels to locate her attacker... taut nipples peering out of a couple of rents in her shirt like brown eyes through white slats... she pushes forward... zipping along the pavement and jumping into a flying dropkick with her rollerblades... hoping to land her kick before he lets fly with more razorangs...

The kick striking home... skate wheels indenting his face... and sending him out for the count... just as he lets the deadly blades fly... the razorangs spinning into the air... then describing graceful arcs... and heading right back towards you... almost as though they're alive...

Chickfighter gasps and races off as fast as she can... the hum of the spinning blades approaching fast... she changes direction and they zip past... banking back tightly just like before... what's left of her shirt flutters away at the snik snak of a second pass... her pert little breasts bobbling wildly as the razors close and she dives into water below the fountains outside City Hall...

The blades spinning towards the water... hitting the surface at just the right angle to skim across like skipping stones... embedding in the brickwork of City Hall... as you breathe a sigh of relief... barely a block from the Tower now... perhaps the most dangerous stretch of all...

Chickfighter drags herself out of the water... her body glistening in the streetlights... cleaned of the dust from the earlier building collapse... her blond hair matted to her head... her pink panties clinging obscenely to the clefted shape of her sex... as she pushes along the final block of concrete sidewalk...

Suddenly a terrible howling comes from above... and a huge wolf creature lands directly in front of you... a werewolf in daylight... unheard of... but allegedly the Big Bad Wolf is unique among his kind... and intelligent enough to make money with his lupine talents... and talons... arcing towards you even now...

Chickfighter ducks and makes an abrupt turn as the talons slice the air above her head... gliding between two parked cars on to Messick Street... the Tower in the next block so close... and yet so far... as she tries to out skate the bounding Big Bad Wolf...

The massive monster snarling... ten feet of naked primal fury... keeping pace with you... and gaining inch by inch... saliva spattering on the sidewalk as it bears down on you like a furry locomotive...

Chickfighter thinks she might make it... then isn't sure... looking back... ohmygawd... catches a roller blade in a sewer grate... yanking her to a stop... her body sprawling out... falling down face first as talons swipe... curling through the clingy pink material stretched between her ass cheeks... slicing her panties away... completely naked she clambers up... skating on one leg...

You scooter-skate towards the Tower... desperately hoping you can leap through the doors and then close the blast shutters before the beast gets you... even as it leaps... its shadow falling across you... talons aiming to pin you to the ground... your blood running cold as you remember what happened to Carly not days ago...

Chickfighter on one skate is too slow... and her naked flesh is driven hard to the pavement... forked through the back of her left shoulder by long vicious talons... squealing like a stuck pig and squirming like a worm on a hook as she is turned... as a shot rings out from above... sending a silver bullet down into the furry fury...

The Wolf stumbling back... shot in the chest... as Belle stands on the balcony with a smoking gun... Sara and Yumi running out to carry you inside... as the blast shutters come down... and Belle calls an emergency meeting to decide how to deal with this new sabre-rattling from Anarchistan... that's brought the city's most evil hitmen out of the woodwork...

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Chickfighter jumps out of the airship in her winter costume with the sheer black tights... dropping into the rugged terrain of Anarchistan... not far from the mountain palace of the warlord Sara identified as being responsible for the price on her head... well now she'd take the fight to him... She popped her pink chute and glided down... quickly hiding it...

The binoculars revealing the 'palace' of the warlord... a heavily fortified bunker... surrounded by merciless guards... your eye drawn to some air vents poking up above ground... supplying the underground complex with air... one shielded from view by the guards by a snowdrift...

Chickfighter returns the binoculars to her gadget pack and works her way around the mountainside... leaving small footprints in the snow as she dashes from rock to rock... using them as cover... finally crouching by the vent... removing the cover... then replacing it behind her as she drops into the ductwork... "Hah, this Poppy Abdullah will never know what hit him..."

You drop down into the vents... human size... crawling through them towards the underground palace... passing various small piles of meat dropped through the grilles of other vents... sending your internal alarm ringing... as you hear shrill squeaking... an army of rats rushing down the vent towards you... a security system trapped in the vents and fed on scraps... hungry for intruders...

Chickfighter gulps as she hears the scuttling of the little critters... the sound disturbingly loud in the closed vents... realizing suddenly the purpose of the meat scraps... to keep these little monsters excited and curious... a sea of red eyes approaching in the darkness... wedging her pack into a tight corner of the vent... hearing the rats clawing and scratching at it... as she backtracks and searches for an exit...

The vents twisting around... a maze of turns and twists... taking you all the way around the system... until you reach a vent leading into the complex itself... even as the rats catch your scent from the opposite direction... and start scuttling back through the tunnels in the hope of getting their teeth into you...

Chickfighter quickly opens the vent and crawls out... putting the grill back in place before moving on... happy to have gotten out of the ductwork when she did... as the scuttling suddenly comes close... and hundreds of tiny mouths gnaw at the metal grill... she hurries away before the squealing rodents attract attention to her...

Looking around the corridor you find yourself in... quite plush and well-appointed... the warlord evidently living like a king despite his underground condition... various doors leading off... no telling which way leads to Abdullah... as you hear the heavy tread of a guard clumping along the corridor towards you...

Chickfighter slinks away from the approaching boots... dashes toward a corner and runs up the wall... extending her hands across the corridor... wedging herself between the walls... feet on one... hands on the other... slender body rigid... holding her breath and looking down from the ceiling as the bootfalls round the corner...

The guard clumping around the corner... looking left and right... but not up... passing underneath... hefting an automatic rifle... and slowly stalking through the corridor... checking left and right... and then moving through one of the doors... you hear his voice asking if the Leader needs anything... as he'll be passing the kitchen in a moment...

Chickfighter makes a note of the door at which that question was asked... dropping back to the floor once the guard has passed out of sight... she tiptoes along the corridor... sidling up to the door... her pink backside pressed to the wall... a gloved hand opening the door a crack... as her masked face leans and turns to look inside...

Three men guarding an oak door inside the room... evidently this is the outer office for the Leader... no intrusions expected... but the men toting handguns just in case... one stood by the door... the other two flanking the inner door...

Chickfighter laments the loss of her pack... but will just have to make do... she takes her throwing star earrings between the fingers of one gloved hand... her belt in the other... prepared to move as fast as she can... flicking the throwing stars at the throats of the men flanking the inner door as she kicks the outer door open... and slips the belt around the third guard's throat like a garrote...

The two men flanking the door tumbling over like ninepins... silently... as the razor stars lodge in their throats... even as you slip your belt around the last guard's throat... silencing him with a choking hold... even as he attempts to bring the butt of his gun back into your belly... before shooting it off... hoping to hit you in the leg or at least make some noise and raise the alarm...

Chickfighter winces at the sound of the gunshot... as her attempt to take the guards quietly fails... and her chance to surprise the fat man known as the Butcher is lost... still the slender masked chick in pink and black kicks open the inner door... declaring before she even sees what awaits... "How dare you put a contract on my life, Abdullah... I'm here to challenge you!"

The desk empty... various other contracts on it... with names for the other Dolls written on them... if they're sent out to the Assassin's Guild things will quickly hit the fan... a steel door swinging closed... a bolt hole for the fleeing felon... although this far underground there's no telling where he could be headed...

Chickfighter glancing at the contracts... picking up a match from the tray of the villain’s hookah... setting the papers and desk alight... before springing to the steel door... yanking on the handle... no luck... wrapping her belt around the top of a hinge bolt... grunting and yanking it out... then the other bolt... straining to open the door just enough to slip inside and continue her pursuit...

The door leading to a large cavern... lit by bare electric bulbs overhead... your eyes widening as you make out something in the distance... like a robot... gasping as the mad Butcher advances... in a ten-foot war-suit... hydraulic steel and chrome glittering as he stumps towards you... like a killer cyborg... head protected by a clear plastic dome...

Chickfighter notes that, while the tunnel leading here was man-made, the cavern itself appears to be a natural formation... she sidesteps and puts an eight-foot stalagmite between her and the war-suited fat man... trying to give herself time to think... bob of blond flaring as her head swivels...

The fat man snarling... aiming one hydraulically assisted fist at the chunk of rock... and shattering it with a single blow... the suit looking comical on his massive frame... but giving him the power and speed he lacks... "With this suit I will take the bounty on you myself... and save some money..."

Chickfighter jumps back with eyes wide behind her mask as pieces of shattered rock fly past... yelping as one strikes the chest of her pink leotard... the pink shape of the struck breast jiggling tightly... she bites her lip and commando rolls around the base of the rock formation... wrapping the belt still in her hand around the suit's ankle trying to yank a leg out from under the 400 pound man in the suit...

The big man unsteady on his feet in the heavy warsuit... one leg yanked out from underneath him before he tumbles to the ground... smacking hard against the stone floor... snarling as he begins to pick himself up... the plastic of the dome over his head cracked... the rest of the suit undamaged...

Chickfighter lets go of the belt and springs atop the chest of the suit... cocking her arm in midair... driving an open palm thrust forward at the cracked dome even as she lands in her crouch... following through with all her momentum as she goes to her knees...

Your hand shattering the faceplate... sending the curved plastic careening in all directions... before your strike slams into the nose bone of the cruel warlord... driving it right into the skull... the hateful eyes rolling back into the man's head...

Chickfighter finds herself panting for breath... her chest heaving in a costume she only now realizes is drenched in sweat... as much from her emotions as her exertions... taking a deep breath and looking around for an alternate way out of the cavern... smoke coming from the tunnel by which she entered...

The whole place on fire... you realize that without the documents... or the general... the contract is as good as cancelled... although it might as well not be unless there's a back way out of here... smoke already billowing into the cavern as the fire alarm sounds...

Chickfighter finds what appears to be an exit... which locks down as the alarm sounds... she pounds her gloved fist on the steel for a moment... then rushes back to drag the fat man out of the suit... standing the suit up and slipping inside herself... clumping over to the fire door... and pounding on it with the hydraulically assisted fist... denting... then making a hole in the steel...

The lack of dome to protect you from the smoke making you cough... choking... head swimming... before the suit's strength mixed with your own pounds the steel door off its hinges... leading you to a stairway leading up... a camouflaged back entrance surrounded by a team of four guards... who make the mistake of aiming for the body... bullets pinging off the warsuit...

Chickfighter bats the guards aside like rag dolls... sending their broken bodies flying into the snow drifts... clomping out into the open... the flames from the burning complex lighting up the scene confusion... screams and curses as thick as the smoke... as a familiar shape looms in the darkness... her gloves grab a line and she is lifted straight out of the suit...

The airship carries you away from the scene... even as the power sources in the suit build to an overload... as you set them to do... the whole thing going up in an explosion... a reminder to this region not to meddle with the Dolls again...

(February 2008)