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This is my first attempt at a fan fiction and I know there are a few problems with grammar which I am going to change later today so bear with me :)

Please leave a review or PM me with any feedback at all and I hope you enjoy Anna's adventure- I hope she turns out to be the bad ass bitch I really want her to be ;)

I also have mild dyslexia so sorry for any bits that don't read quite right, I will do my best to sort it out :)

R-S

Anna's eyes squinted open to the loud screeching of her alarm. It was 6.30 in the morning but it felt like she had just fallen asleep. It was one of those mornings where your mouth is dry and your body is begging you to pick up the phone and fake cough and sneeze to your boss hoping their sympathy would extend to a day off.

However she knew if she did that today it would mean an even worse day tomorrow, which would probably result in working late into the evening. On that thought she forcefully pushed herself out of bed with mock enthusiasm, as if to cheat her body into believing she had slept at least 8 hours. She hated whoever that stupid bitch was who took over her body and asked for another drink at the bar, though painfully aware that that stupid bitch inside of her raised her annoying head even when she wasn't drunk.

She was also very aware that she couldn't not show up for work but show up to the cocktail party in the evening thrown by her god mother, which she was expected to attend.

All of these reasons ran through her mind as she stepped into the large shower to wash the sweat and the sticky spilt drinks off her skin. She only spend around 5 minutes in the shower, as she never enjoyed the feeling of the warm water on her face, it always made her feel trapped and claustrophobic. So she quickly got out of the shower and dried herself with a waiting towel which she wrapped around her newly clean body to once again re-enter her bedroom. Her room was spacious, clean and minimal, which was the fashion of most houses on Elysium. Her bedroom looked over the vast greenery and various luxury houses on Elysium, and she mused on how lucky she was to be born to wealthy parents who could afford her luxury apartment, until she had the money to buy a place of her own. Her luck in the birth lottery was the reason she went to law school and now worked as an aid to a human rights lawyer, to attempt to balance the unfairness of the random selection of life.

She put on her black bra and pants before she applied her make up and put her dark almost black hair up into a tight bun. She stood up from the vanity table in which she sat and examined herself. She had a pointy nose with a small sloping bump, which she had always believed, with bitterness, that it gave her character. She had watery blue grey irises situated under droopy round sunken eyelids, which instead of looking sultry, gave her the appearance that she never slept or always seemed like she was penetrating everyone with a mocking sarcastic stare. Which combined with arched eye brows set off a very formidable appearance; she realised that meant she had to put very little effort into seeming displeased. Though her mouth not long in width the lips they were plump but not so large that it out balanced her face and could change her expression in an instant. With one small twitch on the corner of her mouth and the raise of her eye brows could completely change her cold demeanour into an expression of amusement bordering on the comical.

Her body was slim though not very rounded in the places where it counts, her breasts erring on the small side and her hips and bum barely even visible. She was the epitome of the 'athletic build' all arms and legs but no definable womanly features, which would have been nice since she were 5'7 in height, which she had been topping since the age of 12. She was practically a giant to other children.

Her mouth turned up in disgust at the thought of how unwomanly her body was, and decided it she better get dressed or she would be standing there staring all day. She quickly pulled on her shirt, blazer and tight suit trousers, all of which were varying shades of grey. She pulled on her black oversized waterfall coat and picked up her shoulder bag filled with various chocolate wrappers, receipts and important documents. She also remembered, though last minute to pick up the bag containing the clothes she would wear this evening to the party. She left her apartment and locked the door before groggily stumping into the elevator and onto the public tram.

She sat on tram and checked through her emails and noticed the email she read the day previously confirming her meet up with Mark her co-worker to go to the gym before work. She bowed her head and rubbed her eyes it might wake me up, and if I don't go he will have a shit fit and tell everyone I was too scared to train with him, fuck that so as she stepped off the tram she gathered the strength to visit the office gym.

She retrieved her gym clothes from her locker and hastily put them on being aware that it was already 7.35 and she had to be walking to the office by 8.00; she had to be quick with him. She exited the female locker room and jumped as she saw Mark, face smug with his apparent prehemtive victory, leaning lazily against the wall.

"Wow standing outside women's changing rooms that's not pervy." she said off hand while watching as she wrapped straps of material around her hands and in-between her fingers.

He chuckled "I prefer to think I am safe guarding the female population from the real pervs."

He pushed himself from leading on the wall and Anna gave him a sideward glace pausing her concentration on her hands. He was quite attractive, with black slick hair and a charismatic smile that made her believe he knew how attractive he was. Though to her his look polluted by his arrogant manner and yet was slightly turned on by it. A troubling fact she didn't like to admit.

They began walking down the hall way, conversation between them buzzing of his upcoming conquest.

"You excited to get the beating of your life? I know you are going to the cocktail party tonight as well so I will try and go easy, don't want you to have to go around explaining any strange bruises" he said while shooting her a cocky wink.

"Aw mate I'm sorry you don't think I'm going to be challenging enough for you to give me your full force" each word dripping with sarcasm as she threw him an equally cocky wink of her own.

They reached the training room, a brightly light sparse room with only a large blue square mat lying in the centre. They parted and stood either side of the mat both of their legs evenly separated as they looked each other in the eye.

"Ready?" He asked

"Ready" she repeated

Then it began, his leg raised to swipe her head which was effortlessly dodged and parried. They fought with grace and relentlessly, his weight and superior height meant that she could not overpower him but instead she had to be fast and use his weight against him to bring him down. He was faster than she would have expected but not as fast as her swift movements. Every grab or kick she weaved, effectively tiring him out until the perfect moment. She mock flicked up her leg and as he went to block she immediately instead kicked off with the other leg. A risky move as it relied on her to regain her balance as it that moment both of her feet were in the air. The other leg he was not expected swiped him in the head hard enough that he fell back. She landed low to the ground and took advantage of his disorientation to take out his legs and he fell hard on his side. She moved to crouch over him putting his arm into a tight arm lock.

"You give in?" She asked breathless though nonchalant.

"YES! FUCK! YES!" He exclaimed, the arm lock obviously causing him some discomfort.

She kept hold of the arm just for a moment before releasing it, now with a small smug smile of her own she began to walk out the room.

"Hope you don't have to explain any bruises." And with that she left the room not waiting to hear his answer.

She looked at her watch, it was only 7.51.

She was high on adrenaline and her success, she practically skipped down the hall way. Showing that pompous fucker that he wasn't such hot shit would be the highlight of her day. She revelled in it as she put her work clothes back on and touched up her slightly dishevelled hair and makeup.

She wandered over to the office from the gym barely looking where she was going, but instead reliving the fight in her head. She had been training in various martial arts since she was a little girl, and was sure the little girl inside her would be impressed.

She sat down at her desk, with a mountain of paper work in front of her awaiting her time and attention. In this movement a wave of exhaustion, which had just previously been adrenalin, fell over her. This is going to be a long day she inwardly grimaced. She had a full day of work ahead and then a cocktail party to attend thrown by her god mother Fleur Delacourt…