Let me tell you a little story......
Once, waaay back in 1985, in the far-away land of Colorado, in the college town of Boulder...There was a string of rapes going on around the University of Colorado campus.
The campus, with it`s sprawling grounds--so picturesque and beautiful in the daytime--made THE PERFECT hunting ground for a sexual predator. There was waay too much area to cover, and the Boulder Police, as well as Campus Security, were incapable of being everywhere all the time.
The female students were warned not to go about unnattended at night....but nonetheless, the incidents continued due to the assorted situations that daily college life resulted in....late night studying ...dates that didn`t work out as planned....parties that turned sour...etc.....
The police attempts at decoy ops were futile, basically because the best of the female officers could in no way pass--even at night--for college-age students.
Then, one person who happened to have the time to get involved in the situation and the motivation, decided to take action. This person had a lifetime`s experience in the martial arts and ample weapons knowledge, as well as a certain knowledge of the stealth techiniques of the Japanese Ninja
( not that those techniques are really all that complex, being really just an awareness that people notice & recognize movement and shape, so limiting the one and altering the other effectively results in a kind of "invisibility" at night).
After three weeks --during which there were two more attacks--this stalwart protector finally was in the right place at the right time, and happened upon an assault in progress. Coming up behind the rapist, he grabbed him by the hair and pulled him backward--removing the straight razor from the young girl`s throat in the process-- and then thrust a Fairbairn Commando Knife through the man`s neck at the base of the skull, effectively severing his spine and leaving him choking upon his own blood.
The victim, already in terror from her rape, found a new horror as the knife point erupted from the throat of her assailant, his blood spurting out onto her. She then screamed in the face of her "saviour" and got up and ran off as fast as she could. From her POV, one crazy had just killed another.
Later, she returned to that spot with police, but by that time, the body was gone and had found a resting place waaay up in the Flatirons, the foothills of The Rockies...Park Land, where it would never be found.
...And even tho no one EVER found out WHO that other "predator" in the night was, he became a "hero" of sorts. People knew that if there were another rapist about, there would also be someone Out There In The Dark...who would be after them as well.
But nothing else happened.
The End.
