DISC ION.

Prologue

Life for some it's great they go from loving parents to grandparents to uncles and so on. For me life isn't like that in any way, I never met my father never have I seen him but I don't really want to see him; it's been 4 years and I don't really care if he appears or not. He abandoned my mother my sister and me to fend off for ourselves. The only aspect I remember of him is his light blonde hair and his eyes the same eyes I have one ocean green and the other baby blue. My mother has worked to the bone for me and my sister, for us to live a life we deserve; but that left us alone most of the time so I did what I saw was fit. I began to take care of my sister, she is a bundle of joy for such a small person it brings a smile to my face every time I am with her. I'm 4 years older than her, while she is 2 I am 6; she always plays with hair she always tell me it's like gold, I don't really have any friends in the school we go; my sister is the only friend I need and the only one I want.

My mother is the kindest person I've met, she always looks after me and my sister placing our happiness before hers. Never have I seen her sad; around me she is always smiling giving me a feeling of safety, a feeling of love, a feeling of joy. To my mother we were her world and I can't imagine my life without her. Mom always was up to make us feel loved, each day telling me and my sister that she loved us. But I knew she was in pain, she suffered from not being able to give us enough things. But she was always kind and even when I asked for dolls or toys she would always say. "We'll buy it later." The first time I lost hope after a few months passed she arrived with the doll I wanted a few months back. She arrived home with that present; even though I didn't want it anymore I knew that I needed to smile at her for her to be happy, so I did it for her. She knew my smile was fake, but she didn't seemed bothered as she knelt in front of me and told me that she loved me. It wouldn't be until years later that I would come to regret making that fake smile.

My mother was called to the principal's office after a result of my exams, I thought I was in trouble for doing bad; but I remembered all the answers and wrote them down in the exam. The history teacher at first accused me of cheating but I told him that I remembered the answers since they were written in the book. I took the exam three more times it was until the third time when I presented the exam in an empty room that they saw what happened. My brain lets me remember anything I see, so they saw me as a genius that went to a public school. I was six in first grade, and I got skipped three years; I was in the fourth grade and my sister got the same result being skipped to the first grade. My mom was so proud of both my sister and I, her smile didn't fade for two days.

One night I woke up feeling thirsty it was a few months after being skipped. That I heard sobbing, it was weird I've never heard someone cry this much it sounded as if it lost all hope. The noise came from my mother room in the small apartment we lived in, the door was half open I saw her in her desk crying. "I don't have enough for both of you, I'm sorry I failed again. But they must not see me like this. Compose yourself Jessica, remember. Both of them before yourself. I'm hungry, but if I eat something there won't be enough for them in the morning. Suck it up, wait for one more day salary comes that day. Endure.." She told herself as she gripped her stomach. "That's right, Sammy's birthday is next month she turns seven. Ill prepare her something special, maybe if I save enough I'll buy her that other doll she wanted... yeah I can do that I just need a few night shifts." That broke my heart; I didn't know my mother was hungry and that she sacrificed herself for us to eat. But her strength was amazing her will to continue and look forward, her drive was my sister and me for a brighter future.

I was sad the next day after seeing her in that state, but she brightened my day I told her that I was sad because she wasn't eating. But she told me she already ate, that happened throughout the day, she told me that I didn't need to be sad because of that. She said that we need to fight for what we believe in, even when we only feel pain, in the end you will see that what you endured was worth it.

I turned 7 the next month October 22, and I told my mother I didn't want anything for my birthday; that was my biggest mistake in my life. She told me that I spoke nonsense; she decided that we would spend the day at the park. We spent the entire day there; mom, my sister and me we played the entire day she didn't seemed bothered to play dumb child games with me and my sister. After a few hours we bought ice cream I was worried for the price of what would cost us the ice cream; but my mother she ordered a big order for all of us. This day was the happiest day in my young life. I saw my family so happy, so full of life, only to have life take it from me. We were leaving a local pizza that was really cheap but really good, I was so happy to see my sister and mother smile so honestly; it almost made me forget how my mother was crying that night. But life had a different plan for me; from then on I didn't liked my birthdays.

It was just after we finished eating pizza and my mother said that we should walk home, I knew we couldn't afford a taxi or a bus to take us home. That morning saying that I didn't want anything, it still is my biggest mistake. We began walking and we stopped by a toy shop we went into the shop and she picked the doll I asked for a few months back. Another Barbie doll with a sun hat, and a summer dress like the one I had; we spent in the store 15 minutes, those fifteen minutes of making line waiting to pay for that doll I didn't ask for. But that time we spent in that line was what sealed her fate.

We came out of the store and we began walking home, I had a smile from ear to ear with the box of the doll in my little arms as I grabbed my mother's left hand, while my sister had her left; it should've been a heartwarming scene to anyone who looked at us. We were walking for a few minutes but we stopped as loud 'Bangs' were filling our ears. It was as if fireworks were near, it was so close the Bangs were deafening in my ears they were so close. "Ufg." I heard beside me as I was pulled to the ground by my right hand, my doll got thrown out of my arms, I looked to my left as I was face down to see my sister in the ground face down crying loudly. My mother fell soon after, but she wasn't moving she fell her face up as she gripped her stomach. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her eyes had tears. I crawled up her, the sound of constant bangs around us were dying down.

I crawled up to her, her face had tears running down the side of her face. I looked up to see her stomach had a deep red stain that was spreading, I didn't know what to do. I placed both hands on the wound applying as much pressure as I could, hoping that my touch would heal her, but it was doing nothing her eyes were open, she lifted her head to look at me. I looked straight at her, she was smiling... that smile that never left her face, that honest smile that warmed my heart was still there. "Hey...Take care of your sister no matter what..." Her voice trembled but it was commanding yet caring. "And remember that no matter what... ugh... happens" She spoke in harsh breaths her eyes still had tears running down her face. But I payed as much attention as I could, my eyes were threatening to spill tears but I held strong "Even in the darkest night ...the sun will shine brightly... the next day." She said panting harder, her breath was slowing down; I knew she didn't had much time left.

I saw how she closed her eyes closed, that honest heartwarming smile never left her face as her head returned to the ground; her tears stopped and her chest stopped rising. My hands completely wet and stained from that liquid, I looked at my sister she was crying and grabbing mom's right hand for dear life. "Take care of your sister no matter what." Those words echoed in my mind, that last order she gave me... that mission I would do.

My mother had a sister, our Aunt her name was Laura but she and my mom and her were estranged. She was nice but she wasn't as kind as mom was; she didn't fill that whole my mother left me with. My sister cried asking when was mom coming back, and where did mom went to?

But I held strong, I didn't cry not even once since losing mom. I needed to be strong for my sister I understood what my mom did for us she held strong and that's what I did. In school I was a troublemaker, but I stood up against bullies who were bullying younger people. That's when I learned to fight, punching it worked and scared people off; it made me feel strong and sure on myself that I could do anything. Coincidentally the bullied didn't get detention or got suspended; I was the one that got suspended for fighting. My aunt always scolded me "What you're doing is incorrect; a lady shouldn't fight with her fists." I didn't care, fighting made me feel strong winning or losing it still made me feel strong. People learned to not mess with me, but I'm still a little girl that threw punches at bullies.

Not even a year passed after my mother died, my aunt got killed one day she went to the bank to make a deposit for her job and... she died, a maniac with a gun in bank decided that a hostage should be made as an example that he wasn't kidding when he said he would fire his gun. My aunt being that example, and the only victim in that situation. I didn't get to know her a lot but she was good to me and my sister. I still held strong for my sister as she cried again for losing someone she cared about.

My sister and I got thrown into the foster care system, we didn't have much luck as we were not freshly born or were from one or two years of age. Yeah that didn't work out while I was 8 my sister was 4. In the orphanage that we got thrown into as the system didn't found any family for us. I was one of the oldest but my sister was really cute and she was still four that innocence still shone brightly, many people tried to adopt her but she wouldn't budge not without me. When they said that she would go in an interview she would ask for me first, in case they said no which they always said no. She would throw a fit and make the couple lose interest in her, she is really smart. In the nearby public school that all the orphan kids went to, me and my sister couldn't attend our other school as it was too far away from the orphanage we attended that new school. Where the bullies saw my sister as an easy target, along with me as we spent every free time with each other they bothered me for my hair color or my eye color but, they went after my sister when she was alone. After a few times I threatened them but they continued, I gave that last warning towards them but they didn't listen; I didn't want to put them in their place but they made my sister cry, and that broke any patience I had for them. They returned home with bloody and broken noses while I returned with a black eye.

The person in charge of the orphanage was just waiting to throw me out of the orphanage Miss Alfie, she hated my guts for being there. She always told me that because of me my sister wouldn't get adopted, but I didn't care of what she told me. I feared that my sister would be adopted and I wouldn't be able to protect her, to be with her; but I didn't had money so my mind said to me 'hey, you can fight challenge someone to a fight and get money by betting.' It was a dumb idea at first but I began to earn money in exchange for a few bruises, in the end it was worth it.

Fighting became my business for a few months, I got 300 dollars from winnings I could've gotten more but I lost several times I won because boys underestimated a skinny girl with a strong punch. My grades were really low I didn't pass any subject that year I was in 7th grade yet I couldn't, as I didn't attend the classes, and went to fight for money, after all a 9 year old that knew how to fight was weird but it made the bets interesting for them. So I convinced my sister that we should leave In the middle of the night, and look for another place and look for a place to live she agreed, I grabbed my things and left with my sister in tow. We took a bus to a nearby city, San Jose California; I didn't had a plan I just hoped for the best.

I didn't know what to do, we walked through the city. I didn't know what to do I just hoped for the best. My sister was hungry and I decided to stop at a dinner to eat. The dinner looked really understaffed, it was a 2 story building but it was still really small. The dinner had a lot of boxing photos a man in a ring with bright gloves and shorts just as bright fighting in a ring, his hand held up motioning he was the winner, belts, medals, and trophies all for boxing. There was a sign at the entrance door '"Help wanted" it read before we were done eating the man behind the register kept looking at us curiously. The dinner was empty but it was late afternoon only my sister, the cook, and the man behind the register were in the dinner. As the lunch break was over it was about 12:30 in the afternoon making the dinner empty.

I walked to the door took the sign and gave it to the man, he had dark skin and looked around mid to late 50s he looked at me as if I was joking both of his brows borrowed; I looked at him with determined that I was not joking. That is when life started to look up to me sort of, it was summer me and my sister were runaways with nowhere else to go.

Earl he became the grandfather I never had, not that I know who my father is never knew and never cared. I told him my story, how I lost my mother and how the orphanage was unfair. He told me that he lost his wife and his unborn child in an accident. So he allowed me and Annette to stay in the second floor where it was the storage for the dinner. As it was still summer I started working as a waitress in the dinner earning money, but it wasn't enough for me and my sister to go to school, so I decided that she would be going to school.

I decided to start again with my business; I got beat up but always covered my face to avoid getting marks or making bruises too obvious sometimes it worked others not so much; it went on for a few months. But It wasn't until I was approached by a man in a grey suit, since usually my fights happened in the same alley. He approached me and told me I had talent, since that night I won 2 fights in a row, against older guys. He gave me a card with an address and told me that I could win three times what I earned in three months, so I did the logical thing and went to the address it was a real ring, out of dirt and wood to surround the ring, men were screaming at the ring where 2 guys were fighting each other blood on each of their faces. 'This is brutal.' I thought as I approached the man from last time, since told me that I could get thrice the money I had earned meant my sister would go to a private school if I won here.

So I began fighting in the ring at first I dominated amateurs trying to fight someone with experience I was still a little 9 year old, but it got bad really soon. After my tenth victory they decided I was ready for the big leagues, I thought the same as I won against boys my age or bigger than me, but boy was I wrong; I got pummeled by a man in his mid-twenties. That night I limped to the dinner everything hurt badly, Earl was there since the dinner was 24 hour service but he usually wasn't there, and I was lucky since the worker in the night shift didn't ask me any questions, but Earl he saw me limp and bruised and helped me, bandaged my ribs, and sterilized my cuts. He knew what I was doing since almost the beginning.

I never noticed that all the pictures in the dinner of that boxer were Earls. As the years progressed Earl taught me how to box, I progressed through the ranks of the ring. Annette didn't know what I was doing I told her that I was working late and that I usually fell or tripped, she helped me bandage my bruises. Even though it left me like a mummy or surrounded by bandages I felt happy to be with her. I learned a lot about fighting people bigger than you the first person that I beat was called Carlos "Crusher" Garcia; he was the first person to beat me in the "big leagues".

I'm 13 and my Annette 9 all the money I got was around 25000 dollars all that money for my sister and her future, but each week I gave her all the tips I got from working as a waitress at the dinner. We bought a TV we never had one when we were little, and a laptop for Annette to work on homework, I enjoyed being with her no matter how much time we spent together I was never bothered to be with her. She was really a fan of superheroes, usually she bought comics I only let her have 2 each time we went to the store, I always got myself green lantern that was my favorite by far anything you can imagine to fight. That will always be my favorite powers. My favorite show was young justice it was a really good show lovable characters and how they solved crimes and fights it was an escape for me, no matter how many times I watched the series I never got tired it was a really good escape from the life I got.

"Sis let's go, grandpa told us he got a surprise for us back at the dinner." Annette told me as she was trying to take me from the bench in the park; it was getting dark so we left. As we walked from the park Annette was really happy. 'I will make anything to make that happiness stay there.' As we crossed the street I saw 3 people walking straight towards us each with a weapon in hand, I pulled my sister behind me. The man the front looked a lot like 'oh no.' "Hey light fists, we have a score to settle." His heavily accented voice sounding in my ears "No we don't, you lost I won end of story." I argued with him.

"Listen puta, you made me cut my drugs. So pay me what is rightfully mine or else, she gets it." He said pointing with his wrench in hand.

"Don't threaten her you in-documented fuck." I told him, he swung his wrench at me I took a step back as his two cronies charged at me, the one in the right swung his bat aiming to my face, I ducked under the swing and uppercutted him under his sternum taking him down the other one had a knife he slashed at me, I took a step back the man kept slashing until it landed one in above me chest, and another one making a line in my stomach. Both slashes burned but I Ignored the sensation, as he tried to stab I was able to land a punch on the inner side of his bicep after that I threw him over my shoulder using his weight against him. Once he was in the ground I placed my shoe into his face repeatedly until he was knocked out. The other one tried to get up only to receive a kick to the face knocking him out instantly.

Carlos looked scared he threw his wrench at me I dove to the side to avoid it, my sister was directly beside me, he placed his hand on his back pocket and took out a gun. 'Oh no' he pointed the gun at me I froze, he was not thinking straight. The drugs were affecting him. But as he saw me freeze he looked beside me, he smiled in a crooked sick way. I realized he was going to shoot, instantly I moved to my sister to cover her, instantly the bang sounded in my ears.

My stomach exploded in pain it burnt, I fell to the floor gripping my stomach. 'God it hurts.' The pain was too much it burnt it was as if my stomach wanted to crawl out. "S..sis?" Annette was beside me. 'I saved you, the pain is worth it.' I thought I rose my head to look at my sister as tears ran down her eyes. "Don't worry Annie, pops will take care of you...ugh... check the safe everything you need... is there." I was starting to see black around my vision it was nearing my time. "Remember... even in the blackest night the sun will shine bright the next day... And thank you ..." My Breath was slowing down, my head felt drowsy and I tasted copper in my mouth I coughed. "...so much for giving me happiness, stay strong" I needed to say something before I left her forcing myself to speak "and... I love you Annie." I told her the same that mom told me that night, I now get it no matter how bad things look there will always be hope you just have to fight through everything life throws at you. The pain was worth it as I protected her. The noise began to subside, the last I heard was. "Please Sam don't leave me." "I'm sor..." I left the world with a smile on my face 'I saved her; I don't care about me dying. Live a good life... I love you Annie.'

Those were my last thoughts before darkness took me completely.

AN This is the first chapter the series begins in chapter 3 as it covers episode 1 and 2.

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