Hey guys! I know that Netflix's "Iron Fist" got a ton of mixed reviews, but I actually really loved it. I couldn't help but start a fan fiction after I watched the last episode of Season 1. This takes place where the series left off and is my totally made up idea of what happens next. Hope you like it!
Seek Always Peace
Chapter 1
Hi-yak! Oomph! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Grrr…
Colleen Wing's knuckles were bleeding through her wraps. She wiped at her forehead sweat with the back of her bloody knuckles, embracing the pain.
She'd been at it for hours.
Thwack! Last punch. Sighing, dripping sweat, the pretty samurai exited the dojo and went into her tiny apartment.
She unraveled her bloody hand wraps and tossed them dismissively on a small, square table by her kitchenette. Defeated and tired, she took a seat and studied her hands with great interest. Anything to keep her mind preoccupied. If she was not careful, she would get lost in her thoughts and eventually fall deep into her buried emotions….and she wasn't sure she could climb out of that pit once there. Still, even with her mind transfixed on her hands, he broke out of the cage she tried to keep him in and ran to the forefront of her mind's eye. Danny Rand. Iron fist. Hah! She laughed at the memory of him, mostly out of hurt.
He left. He left her after their journey back from K'un Lun. Overpowered by guilt, Danny vowed to find out what happened. She assumed they'd do it together—up to this point they'd done it all together—but she woke up one morning and he was gone. Everything was gone. There were no signs of the Hand, Claire had left the city when she got a call from a friend that needed her help, neither Joy or Ward had seen or heard from Danny, her students had disappeared and Gao, who was supposed to rot away in a cell at the compound, had escaped and was nowhere to be found.
Colleen was completely and utterly….alone. She was standing at the edge of the pit, looking down, peering into a thick blackness that wanted to swallow her up.
Thwack! She punched the table suddenly. A cavity the size of her fist dented the wood. Searing pain infested her bones and then her mind and she embraced it like a friend, her only friend. Regrettably, though, the distraction came and went.
She needed a better distraction.
The air smelt of sin: Sex, beer, blood, marijuana. She wasn't there for any of that bullshit though. The 6 foot high cage that reared above the masses of heads—that's what she had her eyes on. Dressed in black pants and a black hoodie, she made her way through the rowdy crowd and went right up the steps which led into the ring. The leader's face lit up when he saw her. Grinning from ear to ear, he yelled at the crowd.
"An unexpected treat, folks!"
Colleen circled the cage, her adrenaline peeking as hundreds of dirty, drunk gambling mongrels chanted her name.
"Daughter of the Dragon!"
The cheers swelled.
"Who will be the brave soul to take her on?"
Colleen skimmed the crowd.
"Nobody?! Come on you bunch of pussies!" The announcer screamed.
Come on, she thought. She needed this. She needed this. She skimmed the crowd again. Nobody was stepping up.
"Triple to whoever grows some balls and challenges the Daughter of the Dragon!"
At that moment, a figure appeared from the crowd and stood at the entrance of the cage. Much like Colleen's, his face was hidden behind a black hoodie. She fell back to the other side of the ring as he stepped up. The crowed was going wild as the announcer asked the opponent his name.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have an opponent…he calls himself….Bakuto!"
Colleen's heart dropped. No, this can't be, she wrestled with the impossible possibility. As he lowered his hood, she had no choice but to accept it. He was alive and well, smirking at her, his eyes twinkling with mock and ridicule. You are a failure, Colleen, she could hear, loud and clear, what his eyes were saying.
Anger seared inside her, burning up all the reservations she may have had before. She would not hold back this time. She was going to tear his head off. Without pausing, she attacked.
The announcer ran to the exit, saying, "This is going to be a good one…"
He locked the cage behind him.
Hi-yak! She punched but he blocked.
Oomph! He kicked her in the back and she went flying. She caught her footing, turning right as his fist come down on her head.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Back and forth they spared, neither of them weaning.
"I am pleasantly surprised at how far you have come, Colleen," said Bakuto when they broke a part.
Hi-yak! Oomph! Thwack! Punch. Kick. Block. Tiger fist. Thwack! Thwack!
Crack! She landed a blow right to his nose. Blood gushed.
Crack! He got her back, her nose bucking under the pressure of his fist. Blood trickled from her nostrils down into her mouth, salty and warm.
Suddenly, a realization came over her.
He knows. He knows what happened at K'un Lun.
Hi-yak! Oomph! Thwack! Tapping into her utmost power, she landed a high-kick to the side of his head, then a low-quick to his middle-section, a punch to the side of cheek and then a harder punch at the back of his head as he fell to the ground.
"What happened to K'un Lun?!" she demanded, straddling him, tiger-fist pulled behind her head, ready to come down hard on his face.
He laughed, his smile revealing a bloody mouth. "You are much too slow at making hard decisions." He flipped their stances before she could thwart the smooth exchange. This time she was on the ground and he had the tiger fist, only he didn't pause.
Her world went hazy as he landed the blow.
He drew back to hit her again. Thwack! Her world was getting darker.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she could see something glowing.
Chains rattled nearby.
The crowd fell silent as her world went completely black.
