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arms still crossed over my chest, like I was taking a slow, casual stroll.
    “If people feel unsafe, for any reason, I have every right to be here. And you are a problem.”
    Alpha moron held his hands out in a “come get me” gesture. “You think I’m scared of some bitch in a mask? You got any whips on you? We can make this fun if you like that kinky shit.”
    “I just threw up in my mouth a little bit,” I said, and I heard a few quiet laughs behind me. “If you fire those guns again, I’m going to come back here and fucking feed them to you. And if you don’t think I will, feel free to try me.”
    “You can’t just come in here and threaten me. I have rights!” alpha moron shouted. Ugh. It’s ridiculous how often we hear that one. It’s like there’s a pre-written script or something with some of these guys.
    “And the people in this neighborhood have the right not to listen to your noise and see your garbage all over the place all the time. I’m done talking. I’ll hear about it if you assholes don’t calm down, and I promise you, I will be back. Enough with the loud music, the fighting, the shooting, and the breaking shit.”
    “Yeah, I’ll break something, all right,” alpha moron said, and he started coming toward me.
    I heaved an exaggerated sigh. Even with my shitty reflexes, I could see his punch coming from about a mile away. He swung at me, and I grabbed his fist and wrenched it down then pulled his arm hard behind his back, twisting it just to the point where he felt like I was about to rip it out of its socket.
    Self defense classes. Best hundred bucks I’ve ever spent.
    I stood and held his hand behind his back as he shouted at me and called me things I knew Mama would want to hit him in the face with a cast iron frying pan for. The first of his lackeys got brave and took a swing at me and I grabbed his hand in mid-air and squeezed. I could feel the bones in his hand shifting in my grasp, and he screamed.
    “Oh. Is that bothering you? Should I stop?” I asked innocently. The alpha moron kept saying rude things to me, and the lackey tried to kick my shin, and I put a little more pressure on both of them.
    “Get her, dumbass,” alpha moron said to the third lackey, who came toward me uncertainly.
    “Don’t piss me off, man,” I said, and he glanced at his two pals again and backed away.
    “Are you going to calm down or should I make it a little worse?” I asked the other two. I pulled alpha moron’s arm back a little more, and he shouted.
    “Okay, okay you crazy bitch. You’re gonna rip my arm off!”
    I let them both go, and they stood there for a minute, each of them massaging their injuries.
    “I’m gonna sue your ass,” alpha moron said.
    I laughed. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
    “Now!” alpha moron said to the other one, and they both launched themselves at me.
    I held my hands out, putting a hand over each of their faces and holding them back while they tried desperately to get at me.
    “Okay,” I muttered. I lowered my hands to the fronts of their shirts, grabbed the fabric in my fists, and then rose into the air.
    I’ve found, in my short time as a super hero, that people don’t like to be dangled from a few dozen feet up in the air. They start screaming, and then they start begging, and usually, there’s peeing involved. And these two were the same way, but I was less than ten feet up into the air when the screaming started.
    “So disappointing,” I told them. I rose a little more. I was making a point here, after all.
    When we were a good forty feet up, I stopped, letting them dangle, letting them get a good look at the asphalt below.
    “So. Boys,” I said. “Are you going to be good, quiet peaceful neighbors, or should I just drop you now and save everyone the trouble?”
    “Yes!” alpha moron screamed.
    “Yes, I should drop you?” I asked, acting like I was about to let him go.
    “No! No, don’t drop me. We’ll be quiet. I swear we’ll be