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over at her to make sure she didn’t get hurt when he pushed her.  That’s all I need, some type of lawsuit for “battering” a student , he groaned inwardly.  The moment he looked away from the blonde she got past his defenses and sank her teeth into his forearm.
    “ Ow, holy shit, mother fucker!” he yelled and kicked upward with all of his might and the skinny bitch went flying backwards.  It had gone beyond a simple prank on the campus security guard to a legitimate assault and he was going to press charges.  He rolled over onto his stomach and started to push himself up to his feet when he was knocked sideways by the brunette who’d launched herself at him from where he’d pushed her a moment before.
    He rolled with the blow and his momentum carried him on top of the coed.  He frantically pulled the handcuffs out and slapped one side onto the chick’s wrist.  She kept moving the other arm and he couldn’t quite get her under control.  She was a lot stronger than she looked.  Finally , he secured her other hand and was slowly forcing it backwards when the blonde grabbed him from behind and bit into his shoulder blade.
    Kyle Christensen squealed like an animal in a trap.  He let go of the brunette’s hand and punched backwards into the face of the girl biting into his neck.  It was enough force to jar her teeth from his flesh and he twisted around and clamped the other side of the handcuff onto her wrist.
    He was bleeding from multiple places and needed to call an ambulance but his radio had disappeared during the fight.  He also knew that he needed to call in a real police officer.  Whatever drugs these two were on was clearly dangerous and the campus needed to be locked down tight.  Fresh blood flowed from the wound on his back and he staggered back towards the Student Union entrance with his hand pressed tightly over the injury.
    Too late, he remembered that the girls were simply handcuffed to each other and nothing else.  He whirled around with his nightstick in his hand in time to see them both leap and clothesline him with the handcuffs.  He tried desperately to pull the chain away from his neck so that he could breath, but the world started to go dark as his body rebelled against the lack of oxygen.
    Kyle was in shock from being suffocated and he didn’t even realize it when the two sorority girls began to tear chunks of muscle away from both of his shoulders.  His mind dimly screamed at him that he was the first responder and he should warn the others about the danger, but his body refused to obey him any longer and he passed into oblivion.

     
    The Tattoo Artist, 9:12 p.m.
     
    Trent was tired, man.  He’d been at The Inked Apple since they opened at three and would be there until they closed down at midnight.  Normally he liked working on Thursdays because the kids from the campus would get a little liquid courage in them and allow him to really explore his art, but today just sucked ass and he was dog-tired.
    He’d woken up early to the sound of the front door slamming.  Not odd around his place, but the fact that it happened at 8 a.m. was crazy early.  He also didn’t feel Trisha’s rock-hard body next to him and that set bells off in his head.  What had happened last night ? He’d smoked a little weed to relax after a long day at the shop and taken a few shots of tequila, but nothing out of the ordinary that would have caused the bitch to leave the apartment so early.
    Sure, he’d placed the obligatory call, but she didn’t answer him.  He pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times until Trisha’s last text message to him was displayed on the screen.  “ Fuck u asshole ! ” was all that the fucking bitch had written, although she had taken the time to type out the angry-faced emoticon.
    Since he’d received that text message, the day had gone downhill.  He should have known better than to shack up with a fucking stripper, especially