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Living on the run isn't exactly easy. Much as she usually pretended otherwise, Selena knew that she owed someone else her life every day she lived it, and she took his teachings to heart dammit. Stay in war-torn areas, they're dangerous but no one tends to carry smartphones so you're less likely to end up on fucking Facebook. Always keep water on you, it's heavy but you need it to live and there's never a guarantee you'll find the good stuff when you need it. Avoid soldiers like the plague. Sure, they say they're there to help, but America's screening process for this shit sucks. Take what jobs you can. There's no such thing as a picky beggar.
And stay out of trouble unless you caused it.
Selena and her sister Serena lived by that creed. It had kept them alive for twelve years now, and Selena was sure it was going to keep them alive for years to come. If they didn't fuck up first. Selena was pretty sure they were going to fuck up today though.
After all, what else would you call getting involved in a battle of Americans vs. Tyson? A walk in the park? A jolly holiday?
Honestly, Selena knew she couldn't really explain why she and her sister had involved themselves to a normal person. It wasn't like they had any patriotism or cared about what happened to the American soldiers, but it was Tyson, bloody, merciless, black-hearted Tyson. More often than not, leaving Tyson to his own devices ended up in Selena having to clean up his mess. As a result, the siblings tended to make it a habit to ruin Tyson's plans before they could become much-ups.
Besides, Tyson robbing a pretty sweet eighteen wheeler surrounded by American Soldiers probably meant there was some loot inside. Selena wasn't too hard up on cash just yet, but the old man had taught her to never turn down a chance for cash when offered one.
Selena looked over to her sister and signaled the smaller girl to begin climbing up the side of the Peterbilt. Serena was definitely smaller than her sister, the seventeen-year-old girl only reaching to her twenty-one-year-old sister's chin. Not that either looked their age.
Serena looked like a rather young teen. She had a rather dark tan from their years in the sunny Middle East, though that was only when you compared it to her previous pasty skin tone. Her curly hair was shorn short, ending just below her shoulders in waves. Her eyes were wide and bright blue, though you couldn't see them behind her goggles at the time.
Selena didn't look much the same aesthetically. Her hair was dark red, and she often left it long as it grew straight and a bit flat, making it easy to manage. Her eyes were thinner and a dark green, once again hidden behind goggles. Her skin was about the same shade, perhaps a bit darker, than her sister. However, she had a bit more muscle than her sister and stood at a nice height of 6'8". The two had the same heart-shaped face and almost dainty nose, which seemed to be the only similarity they had at all.
Finally, at the top of the Peterbilt, the two dropped quickly as the Americans had spotted Tyson (and them by default), and were already shooting.
"Shit," Selena murmmered, slithering her way up to the hatch she saw Tyson and his men leaping into. "When I get my hands on that Neanderthal I'm going to wring his neck."
"Hey Lena," Serena called out next to her, caution in her tone, "We have a plan to get out of here, right?"
"Of course," Selena replied, a wide smile on her face. "Don't get shot, don't get caught, and, if we have time, beat Tyson to death with my shoe and end his suffering."
A shot rang out next to Serena's head, making her flinch. "Don't you mean our suffering," the teen asked sarcastically, frowning at her sister.
Selena laughed, trying to get her sister's mind off their current predicament. "Come one Rena," she said, finally reaching the hatch, "You know it probably hurts him to be that stupid." And, with that, she dropped inside the darkened trailer, ready for a fight.
Selena brought her hands up, ready to fight at a moment's notice. She kept her body poised to strike. Selena was a decent sparer, but you could only spar so well when you couldn't see the stance of your opponent. It wouldn't do her any good to throw a random kick and miss entirely.
She wouldn't have to wait long though. Tyson was always too aggressive. He could never bring himself to sit and wait for the right moment, making him easy to predict once she got into the feel of what he was thinking at the time.
Suddenly, Serena squealed next to her, a hand yanking on her ankle and pulling her to the ground. She was able to cushion her fall with her forearm, but the bottom of the trailer wasn't exactly kind. Frustrated with what was definitely going to be a bruised arm later, she lashed out with her feet, her combat boot getting him right in the nose.
"Argh, you bitch," Tyson yelled, trying to roll back underneath the car, but Selena had already found him.
Pushing her sister to the side, Selena swept her leg in front of her quickly, trying to gauge just how far away Tyson was. When her knee hit what she assumed was his head, she quickly snatched her leg back, careful to keep out of his reach. She was smarter and faster, but she wouldn't let that fool her into thinking she was stronger.
Sadly, Tyson had had enough of feet to the face, and rushed the older sibling, grabbing her around the waist before ramming her into the nearest hard surface, an ambulance of sometime whose metal groaned in response to the violence. "Tuahine, huna!"
Listening to her sister, Serena dropped to the ground and rolled under the nearest car in the trailer, which seemed to be the only things inside. Wait, was this thing a sports car? What on earth was a sports car doing being driven across the desert by American forces?
Selena hated fighting Tyson and his ilk. Always too ready for a fight and too ready to talk with their fists. Sure, she was hardly a pacifist, but throwing yourself around all the time hardly helps anything.
Tyson had kept to his usual tactic of throwing punches left and right, not really caring where it hits. It certainly worked well enough with most people. Too bad Selena isn't most people.
Selena high blocked the incoming hit from her right and side kicked him directly in the gut. Letting her foot fall right in front of him, Selena lunged forward using the momentum to enhance the knee she embedded into his gut.
The knee that he immedietly grabbed.
Wrapping one arm under her knee to keep her in place, Tyson grabbed her inner thigh and lifted her over his head, throwing her into the same truck as before. Her entire back hit the hood of the jeep, sending waves of pain up and down her spine as her head began to spin.
Suddenly, a blur of black and blue rammed into Tyson's side, distracting him from Selena for a moment. The younger sibling leapt backwards towards her sister, who had already come back up, battered but bruised. Damn, she thought, What did they make these things out of, Adimantium?
Seeing Tyson dive for her, Selena did the only thing she could think of, yanking open the hood of the car just high enough that Tyson rammed into it like the cartoon character he was, bellowing as he stumbled backwards, clutching his already battered face.
"Hoki," Selena ordered Serena, watching as the shadow of her sister disappeared under another sports car. Or the one from before. This really wasn't the time to be questioning things like that too much.
However, Selena was so focused on making sure her sister reached her hiding place that she didn't notice the larger, angrier shadow fall next to the car until Tyson was once again dragging the younger sibling from under the car which seemed like it was trying to drop down onto his arms without crushing Serena.
Meanwhile, the cargo must have turned, as the jeep under Selena seemed to suddenly lurch to the side, throwing her off of it and towards the other two, almost directly into the fray. "Teina!" Serena screamed before Tyson's hands could close over her tiny throat.
Furious, Selena narrowed her eyes and reached out for the crow bar she'd felt next to her on impact and stalked towards Tyson, a murderous glint in her eyes that Tyson couldn't see, but could almost sense in the darkness.
Tyson, however, had let his rage get the best of him and was blind to the threat behind him until it swung a crowbar into the back of his head with astounding force. Immediately, his grip on Serena slackened, but Selena wasn't done with her sister's attacker. Angrily, Selena swung once more, this time getting Tyson in the side of his skull, causing a resounding CRACK to ring throughout the trailer, almost entirely, as if it was louder than the bullets . . . not flying?
In their scramble, Selena hadn't noticed the lack of gunfire, meaning Tyson's men were either dead or hand abandoned him. The brute hardly inspired loyalty among his ranks after all. However, that didn't explain the sweet smell she suddenly—
Oh, those American pricks.
Selena's eyes grew heavy as the Nitrous Oxide continued pumping into the trailer, making her muscles relax and slouch as she reached for her already falling sister.