Kidnapping Storm, Part 1 - Fear's Blindfold, 5

Just as Ororo went to grab the bio-pulse taser, the officer pushed her off his shoulder, causing her to fumble and drop it.  Still, she didn't miss a beat.   She straightened her torso so that she landed sitting upright.     Bracing herself with outstretched arms pushing against each side of the interior, her right foot kicked hard and low.   The blow was avoided as the officer nimbly blocked it with his knee.   He smirked at her, only to be caught off-guard when Ororo twisted her body to the left, her left foot snaking out and catching him in the side.   With a grunt he staggered back.  Ororo leapt up to pounce on him.   The effects of the taser, while subsiding, had not completely dissipated.  Her movements lacked the speed and grace she was accustomed to after years of training.   There were many times in which her mutant abilities were best concealed.  To be ready for such circumstances Ororo had become a formidable fighter in her own right sans powers.  But now she was twice disadvantaged with no powers and a groggy bearing at best.  A fist caught her directly under her chin, then another from the opposite side.  Blood sprayed from her mouth.  The two uppercuts left her completely disoriented and barely conscious.  It took all her will to remain standing, if her wobbly stance could be called such.  Her arms drooped uselessly at her sides.   Her head felt as if it were a lead weight perched precariously on the bobbing spring that was her neck. 

The officer wrapped his arms around her.  Somehow Ororo managed to keep her right arm from being pinned to her side although it did her no good.   Trapped in a bearhug, Ororo felt the air being squeezed out of her.   Her left hand managed to latch onto the officer's holstered gun.  Everything was spinning and fading to black for Ororo.    Instinctively her grip tightened on the gun's handle.  Using it as leverage, she kneed the officer square between the legs.  She caught him completely off-guard:  her heaving breasts had distracted him with lascivious thoughts. 

A hurt look flashed across the officer's face.  He started to utter something, but Ororo delivered a chop across his windpipe.  Then slipping behind him and grabbing him by his belt, she tossed him into the van.  She slammed both doors shut.    She tried to concentrate and mentally sweep away the cobwebs that ensnared her still woozy head.  She expected the doors to burst open at any second.   Instead, a furious banging from within the van erupted.   The doors had apparently locked, and the officer could not open them from within.   Ororo sighed in relief.   This was the reprieve she needed.  Unfortunately, it proved all too short-lived.

From behind her, she heard the clapping of hands, slow yet loud.  "Bravo," a woman's voice spoke, dragging out the long "o" with a sarcastic inflection.  Although the voice was unrecognized, her tone clearly indicated she was a foe, not a friend.  Ororo spun about to confront this apparent new threat, her brows furrowed wtih rage.  All claustrophobic thoughts were now superseded with anger.   Her evening plans had been ruined.  That was bad enough.  To top it off, she had been knocked out, stripped to her undies, groped by some pretend policeman, and now was about to tussle with yet another adversary.

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