Pain coursed throughout her body as the opponent slammed her to the grassy field. Her beam katana flew across the arena. "Fuck!" she screamed, holding the decrepit man back with her forearm. In some strange turn of events, Dr. Peace had somehow managed to pin himself on top of Risa. "Now, I don't want to mess with that sweet face of yours." He commented creepily, holding onto her jaw tightly. "Fuck you!" she grunted, holding his heavy body with all her might. Beads of sweat emerged around Dr. Peace's face, dripping and arbitrarily splashing onto Risa's face, her own body producing sweat.
Dr. Peace trailed one of his dual golden revolvers down her body, admiring the sight. "Get off of me, fuckin' perv!" she roared, her voice echoing loudly through the stadium. She was finally able to rebuff the old man. The man stumbled while Risa bolted to retrieve her prized possession. The two stared one another down as the minutes crept by. With full speed ahead, she began to charge towards the man as he stood upon the mound. "It's time you hit the grave." She shouted voraciously in her mind. Her adrenaline began to palpitate throughout her body; she swore she was undergoing an out of body experience. Risa was only a mere yard away from Dr. Peace before her attention was averted to a red, bright flash before her. She watched Dr. Peace stumbled to his knees, blood spewing from his neck in which he clung to tightly. She stopped in her tracks; her face has twisted as if she had just swallowed a dose of bad medicine. "Excuse me! But that was my kill!" Risa protested, anger swelling in her chest.
The man nonchalantly turned his head towards her after kicking the deceased adversary's corpse onto his back. He peered over his tinted glasses, sucking his teeth. "Too bad." He curtly replied, ignoring her protests. Her caramel colored cheeks reddened with anger, it was a wonder as to why she hadn't wacked him with her own beam katana. He walked past her, following the sounds of woman deemed extremely familiar to Risa's ears. "Well done Travis." The woman congratulated, two men named Talbot and Weller (who were incredible opposites of each other) with vacuums strapped to their backs strolled past her. They cleaned the bloody mess in the center of the stadium. Risa was confused. "Silvia!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "I'm sorry; he beat you to the kill." Silvia retorted, her voice drowning in a French accent. Risa was stunned at Silvia's bold yet uncaring attitude. Her leather boots stomped across the field, her eyes meeting Travis's glasses.
"You do it again and I swear on my own grave I'll wipe you from existence." Risa warned, her eyes glowering with rage. Travis shrugged, "Whatever kid. Don't you have homework to be doing?" he teased. This was a blunder. Risa's face flashed into an awful maroon, her hands gripped her beam katana. "KID!" she screamed menacingly, her katana thwacked Travis's skull, sending him towards the ground. Silvia chuckled silently. Travis was wincing in pain; he could feel the heels of Risa's boots press against his back. "You call me that again and I'm killing you." And with this, she stormed out of the stadium, furious at her loss. "Damnit!" she yelled, thrusting a fist into the air. She ambled to her motorcycle, revving its engine. She could feel the air violently rush, blowing her long black hair crazily in the wind. Risa never paid much attention the aimless pedestrians waltzing on the street. Nearly smashing them if they didn't jump to the safety of the sidewalk, she was much too lost in her unexpected defeat. "That fuckin' pussy. He stole that ranking fight from me!" she hissed while passing the Santa Destroy High School, a bane of her existence.
She returned her attention back to the short journey ahead of her, spinning the street corner and pulling into a fairly dilapidated storehouse tucked away in the far corner of Santa Destroy, California. She jumped from her motorcycle seat, swaying her hips and winking at a gawking pedestrian as she walked into the large entrance of the warehouse. She slid her beam katana into a storage case to the right of the entrance, the only light being the sun shining from the windows. "I'm assuming you lost." A deep female voice questioned while her back turned to Risa. Risa clucked her teeth, "And you would assume this how?" she retaliated irritably. The woman spun around slowly, her eyes glared behind yellow tinted, black rimmed glasses. The woman's gigantic breasts were on the verge of combusting from her matching black and yellow provocative outfit, her legs crossed seductively. "I assume this because you're as quiet as a mouse." She replied, ignoring the younger woman's petulance.
Risa sighed heavily. "I was so close to ripping Dr. Peace's guts from his chest cavity," she paused, her unforeseen defeat still sinking in, "and out of thin air, some jack-off comes and literally rips his vocal chords from his neck. Can you believe that Naomi?" Naomi shrugged her shoulders and turned to her science project scattered about the metal frame desk. Risa rolled her eyes at her elder sister. "If it pleases you, I also find Travis Touchdown to be a bit of a nuisance." Naomi moaned after Risa, who was now ripping her black leather jacket from her body and tossed it onto a rack nearby. Risa stalked up the stairs to the apartment above the storehouse, her body was writhing in pain from being slammed onto the ground. She walked into the average sized bathroom; the bathtub was to the far left of the room. Her hands gripped the knobs, turning on the hot water, steam immediately filled the room. Risa began to undress, dropping her clothing onto the floor. Before she could soak her body, her cell phone began to vibrate incessantly. Risa sighed, scrambling to find it lodged in her pants pocket.
"Risa," the French voice blared into the speaker phone, "I have another ranking match for you." The woman huffed, "Yes and I know you want me to pay a hefty sum." Risa bluntly stated before Silvia could continue. The woman gasped and giggled haughtily, "Well it seems you are learning something." She joked. "I'll have the money in a day or two." Risa informed, ready to hit the end button her phone. "I shall see you then!" Silvia cheerfully told her. Risa placed the phone onto the bathroom counter, stepping into the warm tub feet first. An ecstatic moan escaped her lips as the hot water soothed her aching muscles. The business of assassination proved far bloodier than what she had seen on arbitrary videos online.
To most, the 25 year old Risa Jenkins would be considered a failure. She followed in the footsteps of her more prominent and older half-sister Dr. Naomi, completing an advanced degree in Radiology. Unfortunately, unlike Naomi, she found no passion to make a career from what knowledge she had gained. Finding herself strapped for money, on a sunny day in Santa Destroy, the blonde Silvia Christel haphazardly discovered Risa twirling her Tsubaki Mk-II around in an empty bar. Risa was nearly on the edge of passing out she had drank so much, but somehow in her state of a drunken stupor, she managed to agree to sign up for the UAA or United Assassins Association. She hadn't realized the full consequence of her actions until the following day when Christel sent her a bill fee for the ranking match. To a vast majority of the human population, killing the dangerous pariah's of society was a job deemed foul. Unlike the majority, Risa found grand pleasure in this wicked competition.
