MS. ROSE

Painful groans could be heard from the dark alley as two young men pummel blows with their hands and ferocious kicks with their legs at the man lying helplessly on the floor.

The young man on the floor hugged his tummy tightly to protect it from the legs that threw kicks at it even though it was visibly useless.

His nose was broken and his lips cut, as he continuously spat out blood. "I'm sorry!" He pleaded in what was an almost inaudible voice.

"What are you sorry for?" An entirely different voice asked authoritatively.

It was a lady.

She was dressed in an all black attire with leather pants and a fancy denim jacket. She wore a cowboy's hat that was tipped forward, over her head, carefully hiding her face.

Her boots spotted six inch long heels and she held a cane in her hand which she swung.

On hearing the voice, the victim groupled at her feet, his hands still supporting his left ribs.

"Ms. Rose." He said weakly, trying to hold onto her feets as the blows continued coming in.

"Stop!