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-Chapter.3-
She did it again... Always returning to those brute backyard bulleys, and why? Just because she had nothing better to do. And oh how she regret it everytime, but still she came back to get more. Like a little slave...
Zeyda got up on her knees and hands, shaking her head. Trying to get her blurred vision to sharpen up again. Getting up slowly, raising her head, tilting it ever so slightly backwards to eye the chubby, taller teen in front of her. "Do I get my share now?" she was cold as ice, and serious as ever. And before she could blink with her eyes, another thick fist rammed into her right temple. It came so hard and fast, it made her see various colours. And the impact made her entire skull buzz and vibrate like the inside of a ringing bell. "You little bitch, you get what I say you get. And you don't get nothing!" The heavy set teen took the opportunity to kick her in the ribs while she was down. Sending a painful shock through her entire body, which caused her to roll over, grabbing her side. It wasn't like she couldn't defend her self, she had learned that a long time ago. Something in her just made her take anything that came her way. She was ashamed, but couldn't will her self to do anyhting. It had become a painful routine... Another kick to the gutt was coming her way, but before it happened something halted the teenager. Apparently one of his companions felt almost as bad as she did. "Gan that's enough, she's already down, for the love of the precursors. And she's bleeding!". He even 'sounded' more shaken up than she felt. The chubby teen simply pulled free of the smaller companions grip, furious due to the defiance. "You dare challenge me Aidan!" he raised a shaking hand, balling it into a meaty fist. Which caused Aidan to bend in his knee's , cowardly raising his hands to protect his face. "No, no! I didn't mean it like that" he and the rest of the little group pulled away from the larger, stronger (and heavier) teenager. Not daring to intervene with the beating any further. He'd continue to kick and punch Zeyda while she was down, till she was bleeding from several scratches on her face, arms. Her clothes were torn and bloodied, and she looked like a hobo who had been victim to an assault... Ironic, it wasn't far from the truth.
He finally grew tired of all the punching and kicking the seemingly harmless girl, who remained on the ground. Writhing in pain, giving occasional whimpers. Well, atleast it was over...As usual... Or so she thought to her self anyway. Untill he did something entirely different for once. "Oh, I've been saving up for this for such a long time. I finally get to try it." He pulled a cryo-tech stainless steel hunting knife from his muddy boot. None of the other younger teenagers dared say anything, they were too terrified to do anything. But the same thought went their all of their heads... 'he's gone insane, is he actually gonna kill her, isn't anyone gonna stop him?'. Zeyda's tone drastically changed from whimpering, to a painful scream. As the brute teen, effortlessly pulled her small figure up into a standing position by her hair. The pain was already too much for her to bear, but that last bit made tears press on through her closed eyelids. It had her screaming for her life, and that earned her a knee to the gut, then to her face. The last impact gave a sickening crack as her nose broke and the blood started pouring even worse than before. But atleast she was dazed enough to shut up. He raised the blade to her neck, just pressing the crazy sharp edge to her throat. "If you scream again, I'll make sure you won't ever make another sound" the guy was clearly psychotic, and his friends were too pathetic to do anything about his behaviour. That was of course, till something happened, and in Zeyda's favor. Something struck Gan in his right eye, so hard it caused him to twitch violently, losing his grip on Zeyda's hair. So he could rub the painful and annoying ache. It was a pebble, and a small one at that, which hit him. While he was distracted, a couple of his former friends rushed forward to pull the unconscious Zeyda over to the rest of the group, which had backed up in the ally's corner.
"Alright! Who has the balls!" Gan ignored the aching eye to look around at the group of cowards that he deemed his companions, until he turned towards the opening to the ally. Where he would find a figure, about as tall as him. And from the looks of the curves on the red hoodie, and the slick tight jeans, it was a female too. The hood was covering her eyes, but a sly smirk was quite visible beneath it. "Didn't your mom tell you not to hit girls... 'and' to not play with knives" the comment from the woman forced an aggressive snarl from the still slightly surprised teen.
Her smirk disappeared rather quickly, as she adapted a much more fierce, cold tone. "Doesn't mater... It's a lesson learned too late" She took slow, foxy strutting steps towards the boy. Who with lacking confidence, raised the blade in the direction of the hooded woman. "You'll pay for that fatso!" he took bounding, leaping steps towards her, taking an obvious vertical swing with the serrated hunting knife, which the hooded woman dodged quite easily. Using the bold move against the teen, she grasped the knife wielding hand by the top, pushing it further down, twisting the wrist painfully for full control. Forcing the arm onto his back, the point just about nicking his spine through his thick shirt. It was only by the point she wrapped her other rather strong arm around his neck in a choke hold, he realized what just happened. And he was trembling, however making no sudden movements besides the occasional shiver. "You shouldn't talk about your self in third person, it's rude ... 'fatty' ". The others were almost as stunned as Gan, sadly Zeyda weren't conscious to experience what had happened. He got a quick glimpse at the tan skinned gloved hand around his neck. Not remembering ever having seen that on the streets before, which left him wondering for a short while. "Get ready to meet your maker" the womans voice was as cold as before, and the blade retracted it self from his back for a little while. As though were she about to deal a deadly last blow to him. But instead, there was an odd sound of fabric ripping. And suddenly, his jeans fell down around his ankles, and she let go of him, so he stumbled towards those he pushed around before. Those people had become a wild crowd, with an incredibly loud mocking laughter. The woman gave him a quick kick in his rear end, which made him go face first into a pool of mud, before he turned around to look up at her. She was casually bouncing the knife from hand to hand. "I suggest you start hobble your way out of here, before these people stop laughing. Or you'll be in big trouble". It didn't take him ten seconds to heed her advise, before he pulled his pants up, sprinting out the allyway squealing like a pig.
The mysterious lady pulled her hood down, revealing her gorgeous face, and a set of crimson dreadlocks. She moved with a rather disciplined and not so sassy and naughty strut, but rather a march towards the injured unconscious girl in the crowd. "Woot, you're the best, yaah!~" She eyed the cheering people sternly, snapping like a furious viper ready to strike. "Shut up! I'm not in the mood for the pathetic lot of you. You simply stood by watching this girl get beaten to a bloody pulp. Cowards, this isn't something to cheer about... Get out of my sight, you undisciplined snot nosed whelps." The crowd went silent once more, as Ashelin gave Zeyda a quick rough inspection. Before lifting her up into her arms, walking right out the ally to locate her Hellcat.
As they disappeared. Several people finally realized just who they had encountered, muttering about the baroness, and how awesome it had been to be in her presence... She got that alot... And she never truly stopped caring about the fame.
