Disclaimer: Don't own, never will.
Warnings: None, I don't think.
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Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
My knuckles bled black and blue from hitting the gym bag repeatedly. I had already torn my way through two bags with my super strength and was working on the third bag. How could I have let my guard down in that fight? I knew where Krane was, I knew where the boy was, and I was beating Bree in a speed fight. How could that have happened?
Oh, that's right. The boy's laser sphere knocked Krane out. Somehow. From the boy's first throw, his throws were sloppy. It was likely sheer dumb luck that it hit Krane. Even so, I let my emotion show, and that was a mistake. Never show your feelings in a fight. Letting your guard down in a fight showed weakness.
I breathed in sharply, trying hardest to ignore the blood and the stinging feeling in my chest. The silence alerted me that Krane had since retired for the night. However, knowing Krane, he was up and planning for something big. I knew it had something to do with the satellite. Victor Krane refused to let me in on the plan just yet, just in case I was captured and interrogated the bionics. Although, being interrogated by Chase might not be a bad thing.
Focus, I chastised myself. I was training for the upcoming fight. If I saw Leo again – which I was certain of – this time, he was going down. I turned to the third bag and began resuming my training.
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
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I knew I wanted my first fic to be about S-1. Her character is a great one. Not sure how I wanted to start, however. I just started writing and it came out to this. Let me know what you think. Also, if there's something I need to be aware of with fanfiction, let me know.