'Instead, she scrolled up to the point where she was in her martial art tournament Determined to win. Where she didn't win for the sake of a desperate stranger, it was the point where she had been noticed by the MageScientists.

'It was where it all began.'

Kia reached out and made her decision grimly.

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Chapter 1: Fuck this

A groan sound out in the room, up turned tables and broken chairs and glass littered the floor along with unconscious people. A woman in scanty black leather outfit shifted on the only up right table and intact chair. Multiple alcohol bottles surrounded her face down head and hand holding her empty glass next to it. Her wild curly hair was streaked with highlights of a brighter blond than her natural dirty blonde. Her hair had been styled in a short bob just passed her ears.

This woman groaned again and sat up slowly. Golden blue eyes cracked open to glare piercingly at all the bodies around her. Spreading her knees, her soft leather short-shorts creaked softly as a couple of loud pops sounded from her hips and spine as she stretched her hands up. Using one blood painted manicured finger nail to pull out some of the hair in her mouth, she started to get up off her chair in a wobbly fashion. She grabbed the only half way filled bottle left on her table.

She took a wet swig of her drink, smearing up her makeup and drenching her exposed cleavage even more. Her crimson lip color and eyeshadow the only parts still intact. Her eye liner and mascara had run down her cheeks, her blush all but disappeared; her foundation was washed off showing the dark purple almost black bruises under her eyes.

She grunted as she was able to finally get to her wobbly feet. A portly man moaned next her three inch thickly heeled boot. Without thinking or even caring, this woman cracked her heel against his face, effectively shutting him up with a faint whimper. His broken nose flowing with new blood on the already stained floor, she wobbled in the growing pool with severe disgust scrawling across her face.

"I should have *hic* k-killed all yo asses-sss. B-be lucky, I need this job!"

She sighed and gulped down more of her chosen poison. Her now empty bottle was tossed carelessly to the side, hitting a poor man slumped against the wall. This woman marched over the chaos, uncaring of who she stepped on her way back to the surprisingly intact bar. Banging her fist on the bar top twice, Kia cocked her hip out as she leaned her upper half on the counter to wait for the bartender to respond. After about three minutes, her patience ran out.

"Yo Friendly! Get your ass out here and help me clean up this fucking pig's sty!"

Then out came the bartender she had dubbed 'Friendly.' He was tall lean man with a warmer disposition than the woman. He sighed as he took in an hour ago brawl between the patrons and the bouncer he had hired to keep out the nasties. The woman had only had her drunken induced sleep for about half an hour.

The strength the small woman has been impressive to say the least, but her demeanor threw away any kind of friendliness she could possibly had with anyone.

"You know DT, you could have just settled that in a less destructive manner."

DT straightened in self-aware offense. It wasn't entirely her fault!

"Shut the f-fuck up! They started it, *hic* s-so I ended it. It's-ss not my fault those bastards can't pick their own fucking fights properly!"

Friendly sighed and started to lug the first person next to him outside the bar. It was the early hours of the morning. The bar had to be closed earlier because of the fight caused by some drunken flirts getting too handy. Friendly knew she had a good reason for the bar fight, but the resulting mess afterwards always left his stomach upset. It was like she was a ticking time bomb ready to go off at any moment, at any reaction.

Friendly paused in his lugging the fifth person out the door. He took a moment to catch his breathe. Looking back, He could see her gripping the large push broom tightly to try not falling face first into the glass pile she was collecting in the clearing of bodies he made. A man groaned and woke up not far from her. He got on his even worse wobbly feet. He got a look at DT, spouted a few curses, and attempted to attack her with his unsteady fists. Friendly focused back on his work at hand.

DT's wide sharp smile and dead eyes still burning behind his eyelids as he heard the sounds of bones creaking the wrong way and masculine screams, Friendly shuddered at the limp, again unconscious, body thumping to the floor next to him.

He knew she wouldn't kill, but he had been listening to the gossip mill in his bar. The doubt was always in the back of his mind. From her expression alone, it wouldn't be too hard to image she had done so in the past.

Past

Something she never talks about no matter how drunk she gets.

There are speculations of course, some ranging from plausible to outlandish, like being a test subject for a mad scientist and going mad for it in return. Friendly shook his head as he took a dust pan, bucket, and mop from the cleaning closet. He came out into the main area to see what intact furniture pushed to the side in a wobbly line. Red and various green and yellow brush marks on the floor along with small boot marks. The center of the room had a large slush pile of glass, blood, and vomit.

DT was leaning against the wall massaging her temples. Without her piercing eyes glaring at everything, she looked smaller and exhausted. Friendly stared. He had always wondered what she would look like if she smiled with warm affection and soft emotions. He would reckon she would be beautiful.

Then DT opened her eyes. Two cold stones glaring at Friendly, his wonderings vanished at her look.

Later, the bar was cleaned up. The morning misty dew all across the street, DT left the bar she worked at to stumble home. The men dumped in front of the bar had lessened since most did the same.

Her house was at the very edge of the syndicate neighborhood. It was small enough to be called a studio apartment on a foundation. Her yard overgrown or brown, the view of it on the outside was devoid of love and care. The inside wasn't all that different. Clothes were everywhere. Her bed unmade. Dirty dishes piled up in her plastic sink and fridge empty.

She face planted onto her sheets, too tired to shower or change. She pulled her crumpled comforter over her and fell asleep.

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Meanwhile back at the bar, shaken teenagers came out from the back. Three young girls dressed maturely and very revealing under the cover of the bar aprons with smeared makeup meant to make them look older and tears tracked. Friendly sighed as he let in their parents to either scold or worry over the shell shocked girls.

DT, the inside bouncer for the bar, had seen them with the wrong pushy crowd, the result of protecting them had ended in a bar brawl. The girls had hid with him in the back as the harmless patrons left the chaos to inform any person outside not to go in for their lives to be spared.

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Some hours later, frantic banging reverberate her front door. DT woke with a start, destroying the cheap makeup case she left on her comforter before her shift. Grumbling out of the darkness of her sleep and hangover, DT got up and march up to the door, righteous fury in her steps. Looking through the peep hole, she sighed. What anger she had for being rudely woken up draining out of her fast.

Opening the door, she got an armful of a feminine sobbing mass. Looking up at less distressed but equally worried man, Kia jerked her chin towards her cluttered plastic foldable table. Maneuvering the wailing woman in a princess hold, DT carried the weeping mass to her cheap foldable chair. Using one foot to kick off the only clean clothes she had, she gently placed the woman down. Grabbing the other fallen chair buried under possibly spoiled groceries, she yanked it free and placed it next to the woman. Her husband could sit next to her and use his kind comforting powers on her to calm the fuck down.

Turning to her kitchen, DT yawned and scratched the side of her head as she pulled out her clean mismatched mugs, her only clean pot, and the tea bags she uses to calm down herself. When the pot of faucet water finally boiled to the estimate temperature she liked, DT prepared her tea for her unexpected guests.

Coming back with each mug in her scarred hands, Kia gave them their beverages before flopping on her bed again. When the distressed woman finally calmed, the man could focus on speaking about the problem and not whisper comforting nothings. A hand covering her eyes from the sunlight slipping through her blinds, DT finally spoke.

"What happened?"

"They came."

The grim tone from the husband had DT bolting upright.

"Kai, you better be fucking messing with me, or so help me you mother-"

"Kia now is not the time for this! They took Frisk."

DT, now discovered as Kia froze. She clenched her fists and bared her teeth in a snarl. She could barely speak through her growl. Garnet magic started to waft out of her eyes as she glared out of the shut and blinded window. Kai, out of fear and knowledge of what she can really do, placed up his green barrier around himself and his wife.

"Where?"

"Wait, Kia slow down! You need to calm down-!"

Kia ignored Kai. She stalked out of her door. With her determined walk, she was able to get to Kai's home in 15 minutes instead of the usual 30. The yard was green and trimmed with care. The appearance of love and care everywhere she looked except for the busted lock on their front door. Marching up their front porch, she shoved through the swinging door to see ill intent in all of the upturned furniture and busted objects. Going upstairs, Frisk's room was in most destruction with a message written in black Crayola marker on the wall.

If you want this kid back alive, bring that BITCH to the Mountain

Garnet SOUL magic blazed to life around Kia as she saw the adjective used to describe her with done in red. Red is Determination. Red is blood. Blood will be spilled.

Kia walked down the stairs. What greeted her were the government officers in charge of them. She glared at her former lover. He grimaced and after a moment broke from her gaze. She let the officers point their stun guns and tranquilizers at her. Her magic crackled at the intensity in the air. Someone is going to start a FIGHT. One officer in the back held up a loud speaker.

"DT! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, GET ON YOUR KNEES, MOVE ANY THING BEYOND INSTRUCTIONS AND WE WILL OPEN FIRE!"

Kia scowled. She grinned her infamous grin in the government soldiers. Her speed took her in front of the speaker. Taking the speaker and putting it to her lips, she shouted back at the stunned officer.

"THEN HOW ABOUT THIS, I GET MY KID BACK WHILE YOU FUCKERS CLEAN UP THIS SHIT!? BYE! BYE!"

Crushing the thing between her hands, she dropped it and sped off to Mountain. She passed by startled neighbors, past the other test subjects like her still under protection from the government. Their own little section in the world for the weird fuck ups in a town of mild acceptance and tolerance, she tried to live.

But it seems life wanted to fuck her over once again.

Finding their camp was easy when her magic was unleashed, their position on the Mountain was troubling as it was, but she could worry about that later. She found them with crude tents with no camouflage. Frisk was in a cage suspended by a tree limb. They were blinded and bound with bruises on their face and exposed skin.

Her foot stepped on a trip wire.

A reinforced cage dropped down upon her. It was small enough to force her onto her knees. Feet pounded the ground closer to her. She started to cackle when they started to cheer. Standing against the heavy metal on top of her, she savored the dreading silence. She cracked her knuckles towards the shitheads who dared to mess with her blood family.

"Alright, which of you fucking bastards wants to die today?"

They all made a run for it. Kia huffed. Then the twang of their traps being sprung had her grinning. A few may have escaped, but the government would be able to find them with Kai's help. He does know her enough to recognize her magic signature leading them here. They can search for those fuckers for her.

Kia stiffened. Frisk had whimpered in their cage. Kia's magic gentled to a crimson hue as she untied the cage with crimson hands and an undefined platform to lower it slowly to the ground. Breaking the lock and opening the doors, Kia frowned fiercely as Frisk wiggled away from her loud sounds. She softened, taking Frisk's blind fold off.

"Shhh, it's alright," Kia murmured gently, softly, "I'm here. Let's get you out of here."

Kia unbound their wrists. She wanted to growl at the grip it had on their wrists and ankles but stayed quiet for Frisk's sake. She did scowl at the bruises she could see. Cradling the eight year old to her, Kia turned to leave. Using her magic, Kia stepped onto the crimson board and flew (or surfed) out, above the forest and towards the town she lives in along with Frisk's dad and stepmother.

Kia landed in Frisk's front yard. Kai and his wife, Amilea, ran out and embraced Frisk's sobbing form. Kia stood back, dry eyed and blank. Kai had already started his healing as his wife's turquoise SOUL magic calmed Frisk down with feelings of safety. Turning away, Kia stepped back onto her board.

She had unfinished business on Mount Ebott.

Trees raced under her as her crimson magic flared around her in a roar. She grinned as her golden blue eyes turned crimson with round pupils set in dark sclera to scan for the SOUL signatures of the scumbags who dared to kidnap her kid. Her painted nails shed their nail polish to pale and sharpen into claws. Her teeth filed to pinpoints in her malicious grin. Pupils dilated in glowing crimson irises until all she could see were SOUL signatures.

KIA LV 112 HP 816/818

I'm coming you mother fuckers…