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It was still dark out. She pulled on her dress with the ribbon tied at the back. It fitted around her tightly, the front just covering her breasts.
She stared out of the window of her American apartment. She had been in America nearly a week. Didn't know why. She just kept travelling from one place to the next.
She was disappointed. The last tournament. She came out with multiple injuries. Never got the chance to take out Kasumi. She herself had been taken out by Helena and watched Kasumi reach for glory. Ayane walked out of the apartment. Locking it behind her. A walk? Yes, she needed a walk.
Ayane strolled along the streets of Seattle. At least in Seattle something happens. She passed an alleyway then walked back. A young couple were surrounded by a gang of some sort. They wore bomber jackets and held knives. One or two wore knuckle dusters. The obvious leader wearing a black bomber jacket, ripped jeans and black boots. On his head he wore a band knotted at the back.
'What 'ave we here, eh, boys?' The others grinned. The leader thrust out a knife, barely missing the man's throat. Two held him by his arms and one held the woman. The gang-leader began to dance the knife along the curves of the woman's breasts, hard, but not hard enough to draw blood. Ayane approached.
'Is it me or is it not way past your bedtime, boys?'
The gang-leader turned around, suddenly grinning as he clapsed his eyes on her. He approached her knife in hand.
'Who are you now? Princess.' He began to dance the knife along her shoulders and towards her throat before pushing it down near her breasts. He then began to dance the knife up and down her cleavage.
'You shouldn't be doing that to a poor defence-less girl,' she said smiling.
'Don't worry,' he said grinning 'We're big boys. We'll look after you'
'Well boys, I think I hear your mummy calling. You better run along now.'
'Cheeky bitch!' He slapped her across the face causing her to fall the ground. He came up and held the knife close to her throat.
'You'd better watch out, princess, you know the stories of rapes in this part of hell!!!' he laughed.
'Really?' she pushed his wrist with such force that he stumbled back. She stood up and gripped his throat with her left hand. His breathing began to slow then stopped. He struggled in her grasp. Then she smashed her right palm into his chest sending him flying back a few feet and toppling on the ground.
The other gangsters ran up to her. She blocked one attack and then kicked out with her left leg to the stomach of one. He fell on the ground winded. The others picked up speed she jumped up and smashed her feet into two and pushed herself back a few feet landing on the ground perfectly.
One with a knife. She allowed his arm to slide in between her body and her right arm. She held it with her left arm and swirled round. A faint snapping sound could be heard. The gangster cried in agony. Finally she smashed her left fist up into the man's chin and watched him crash to the ground.
The final gangster tried his luck but ended up on the ground with a broken leg. She approached the gang-leader and kicked him in the ribs. He lay. Scared. Obvious from the growing wet patch. She had wanted to smash him into a streetlight, balls first but decided against it. She pulled him up.
'Better go home. Looks like mummy needs to change your diaper.'
She pushed him back on the ground and then walked around him so that when he looked up she could look at him upside-down.
'Get Lost!!!'
She turned to the young couple as he scrambled to his feet and ran with his gang following suit. She helped the couple up.
'Be careful. You never know who you could run into.'
She turned and walked away. A "thank you" could be heard but she didn't listen. The only "thank you" she wanted was to have Kasumi's head on a plate.