Hi, I am a girl of unknown origin. I say that as I have grown up in an orphanage, a cruel one at that. We are fed twice a day, and are only let out of our rooms to go to school. the orphanage rests in the seedy part of town, and we have grown up knowing the evil of this world intimately.
The orphanage is a dreary building with a rotting sign and little funding. We are encouraged to steal our food and if we are caught we are whipped. I read a book once called Ancient Civilizations? The Spartans remind me of how we live.
I am regularly picked on for my looks. I'm 5 foot 2 with a large chest and thick muscles. I've been shaving since I was six, not my legs, oh no, but my face. I have long flowing golden hair, and shining black eyes. People tell me when I look at them it feels as if I peer into their soul. My hair is normally kept up in a tight braid to keep it away from the fire. Now enough about that depressing and boring stuff.
Oh! Did I mention that when I was young I stumbled onto an underground fight ring? I can remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was walking home from school and tripped, embarrassingly over a tiny rock. As I was laying on the ground I spotted a mob of people heading towards the old warehouse that used to make ladders. I subtlety followed them as best as I could. I climbed an old fire escape and peered inside the little used building. What I saw surprised me. There was a group of probably 50 middle aged men cheering on two people in a ring. Someone had set up an entire gym inside and there was a man calling for bets. I found out soon enough that the bets were for fighting rotations. I interested me to see that the men were all fit, but some dominated others. Sometimes the submission was earned throught respect and others it was out of fear.
After that day I went back each week to see the fights. The more I watched the more fascinated I got. Soon I was going everyday and sneaking in when it was empty to attempt to copy their moves. The Gym was a three roomed building. When you walk in you first see a large area covered in mats. The floor was also littered with martial arts fighting dummies. With were used to practice on a replica of a body to get used to the feel.
On the left was a slightly smaller room filled with workout machines. Mostly for lifting weights bit sow were for flexibility. On the right was a large changing room with shower stalls and a sauna.
When using the weights I always made sure to put the correct weight back on the machine otherwise someone would know a much smaller(weaker) person had gotten into the building and used the weights.
One Tuesday I was at the factory working out and the man I had come to know as the owner came in early. I freaked out and attacked before he attacked me. I pushed him in his Solar Plexus twice. Then dodged a huge meaty hand coming down. He started to fight back. He went to grab my arm and I tried to graphics his wrist to stop him. Somehow it worked. I soon learned that what I had been practicing for months was not as good as having a partner. I quickly tired which led to mistakes. It did not take long for him to get a firm hold around my middle.
"Let me go!", I had yelled.
He just smiled and said," You have balls for sneaking in here...I like that".
Still smiling he continued," I'm going to train you because if this is what you can accomplish on your own then I can't wait to see how you learn with a proper teacher".
I could see on his face he was actually impressed and if he wanted to harm me then he would have. So I agreed.
"I'm going to work you hard and sometime you will want to come at me with a knife but I do it all to try and improve you.", He had stopped smiling letting me know he was serious. I saw the want to help in his eyes so I wasn't too offended by his callous bit truthful words.
"If I want ready to train than I wouldn't have agreed. I'd have kneed you in the nuts and ran far away from here. I'm ready to be more than just a lonely good for nothing orphan. Make me better.", I replied with anger that I only felt when underestimated.